She was 10 years old
Never had a doubt
She did not want anything specific
But she was sharp as a butchers knife

She lives in cold
She's almost forgotten
She lives in cold
Her life it is rotten

Her story's left untold
Burried in this town
She could not bear indifference
She was was sharp as a butchers knife

She lives in cold
She's almost forgotten
She lives in cold
Her life it is rotten

Her toys are piled up to her knees
But love nor joy she can believe
The world is black
And black is grief
And grief is what we shal recieve

She lives in cold
She's almost forgotten
She lives in cold
Her life it is rotten