Ice Cold Hands
The only way to avenge her ghosts
Was to become a ghost herself
Forever haunts her own lonely heart
That she left on her bedroom shelf
Their emotions in a tangle
The room began to swirl
She was mummys perfect angel
And daddys little girl
Scared of failure she lost it all
The fire in her eyes was out
The will to live she failed to grasp
Her bloodless veins in drought
Now in the solitary churchyard
The lonely gravestone stands
A little girl lies far below
Two ice cold grasping hands
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