Just One More
She sits in the corner
With a tear in her eye,
Wondering why God
Would play with a life.
It won’t take much more
To break her mind down.
A few weeks from now,
She’ll be in the ground.
It doesn't take long
To wreck a child’s mind.
Society does all the real work,
And it will be emptiness she finds,
A cut here, a slit there,
Bruises and bone breaks galore.
Everything deranged and deformed,
Why not add just one more?
With a tear in her eye,
Wondering why God
Would play with a life.
It won’t take much more
To break her mind down.
A few weeks from now,
She’ll be in the ground.
It doesn't take long
To wreck a child’s mind.
Society does all the real work,
And it will be emptiness she finds,
A cut here, a slit there,
Bruises and bone breaks galore.
Everything deranged and deformed,
Why not add just one more?