• little girl where are we
    is this death's twisted way of fate
    dont let go of my hand
    you'll slip right through the ice

    here you are in your coffin
    taking with you lost hopes and dreams
    guess i wasnt there to hear you scream
    you were locked inside of me

    im afraid of mirrors
    i cant face the demon sneering back at me
    it wants to break free
    the twisted little being i own

    i layed black roses
    acrost your small and unmarked grave
    you were ripped away
    i ran and its too late

    dead little girl
    your a close image of me
    but i can no longer cling
    to my sick childish wondering

    the darkness calls to me
    then it starts to threat
    it grasps me into its arms
    and consumes me

    now i go back to the memory
    while sitting here locked up in this cell
    little girl where did i fail
    ive lost it all

    dead little girl
    you are dead like me