The little girl, with her little knife,
I hope she haunts you this very night.
I hope she haunts your pleasant dreams.
When you wake, she'll feel your screams.
I hope she cuts deep through your mind.
What thoughts and hopes will she find?
It doesn't matter, She will set them free.
Until her pretty smile is all you see.
I want to see your hopes spill like blood.
I want to see your dying dream flood.
I won't see it. Only she sees your hell.
Don't worry though, when I ask, she will tell.
She is in my mind, my thoughts, as I write.
She is with me, in my dreams every night.
But she never cuts me with her little knife.
You see, I was the one who first gave her life.
She will only cut who and when I tell her to.
Right now, I obviously told her to cut you.
Today, I sharpened my word knife.
I do not want this girl to take your life.
It was meant as a way to open your eyes.
To remind you not to let your hopes die.
If you ever forget or give up on your dreams.
Then she truly will listen as your s