Where the sun never shines,
And the trees hang they're heads,
Three steps right and four steps left,
You will find my resting place.
I came here in believes of love,
Like a foolish young girl of the youth,
I wanted nothing but a beating heart,
To feel love by another who I loved.
Holding out my hand, slipping on a ring,
I thought I would forever be happy,
Believing in the fairy tale stories,
But forever youth I got, six feet under.
Fresh in the memory the day he killed me,
Saying I was nothing but his pet toy,
And now he had found a new one,
Taking back the ring and my heart.
So here I lay in my bed of earth,
Dreaming back at the very days,
I had a heart and the horror,
When he took it from me.
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