Why can't you b-r-e-a-t-h-e,
little girl?
It can't be the lack of oxygen
For I can see the rust covering you
It's hurting you, isn't it?
It's killing you, isn't it?
Why can't you s-m-i-l-e,
little girl?
It can't be the lack of humor
Or do you not find all this funny?
It's annoying you, isn't it?
It's pushing you, isn't it?
Why can't you s-e-e,
little girl?
It can't be the lack of light
Even my own scarred eyes can see this truth
It's hidden from you, isn't it?
It's breaking you, isn't it?
Why can't you l-i-v-e,
little girl?
It can't be your lack of soul
Or is it completely gone now?
It's rusted, isn't it?
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