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My baby has a broken heart,
If I had known I would've done something,
Maybe fix the little broken parts,
She shattered to pieces, into nothing.
They made sure the wrapper was sugary sweet,
Soy you wouldn't believe something so beautiful could be so sad,
There was no way to look through the deceit,
They made her mind go mad.
Her sobs wake me up while I sleep,
Before that I could never even tell,
Now I even hear the sound of her steps, of her feet,
Her voice echoes through the nights, ringing like a church bell.
Tonight she craws into bed with me,
Just how she used to when the storms scared her,
She still wears the dress she was buried in,
And even when the summer wind sings, all I hear is thunder.
I keep visiting her grave, I keep asking her to stop crying,
-Please try, just for daddy-
-I don't like keeping you awake, sorry dad-
-Please try, it will make me happy-
-I'm sorry I never told you I was sad-
Two years have gone by, since I last heard her cry.
My little girl, I miss you so much, your mother does too.
Please make her wish come true.
Now I'm the one who cries every night,
I can't stop...
And I never might...
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