Always an ugly child
her hair was long, wild
not a friend in the world
not for the ugly girl
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one day she raised a knife to her throat
Wrote up a sucacide note
but They saved her
Told her she was welcome among them
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They made her promises not to be kept
at her weaknesses they lept
told her they would make her beautiful
Like a fool her trust was given
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They made her one of them
she was happy, but then
she relized he was control of her body
it was too late when she finally began to see
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Her life was not her own
she missed her sad life
she had been free there
with her long unruly hair
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They came one night,
her heroes, her hope, her one chance
they gave her freedom alright
with their gun's blast
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now she's lying on the floor dead
not feeling the lead in her bloodied head
but she's free
and in heaven she's pretty