Alone she sits in her cold
Freezing room

Wondering to herself what she now should do

She stares at her doll,
That is naked and bare

And gets a pair of scissors, and cuts off its long beautiful hair

She pokes the dolls eyes out
And scribbles on its face
stabbing its body, out of pure hate

But she doesn't cry, lest anyone asks

Hey little girl, what are the secrets you have to mask?

Shhh she says, to the mutilated doll, don't shed one tear

For if you tell anyone I will hurt you more, and you will have, oh so much more to fear

so be strong my little doll, just for me

Because I all on my own always have to be



She hears footsteps coming and climbs into her freezing cold bed

Feeling even colder, as the bedroom door opens wide

Now Wishing and praying, that she was dead