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