“Ramblings of a Mad Woman”

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Sitting here watching and waiting for something to appear
Fears and wonderings swimming in her head telling her that happiness is dead
Gripping her hair in her hands wanting to bang her head on the walls
Sleepless nights of the rambling of a mad women hiding in her corner
Rocking back and forth singing to herself whispering words from far away
Digging nails into her flesh to watch her soul bleed
Letting the sadness wash away into nothingness
Rocking in the corner she spots her dolly laying there
With red hair and her pretty black dress
Lifeless and still with her eyes closed tight not a care in the world

Rocking back and forth singing to herself whispering words from far away
Hatred and blackness turning in her soul closing her eye tight
Praying for the sweet nothingness
The pain to end it all
Digging deeper with her nails up and down her arms
Blood running down like rivers of muddy water
Wanting the release and the high that it brings

Rocking back and forth singing to herself whispering words from far away
Picking up her dolly and holding her tight
Singing dolly its sweet lullaby
Bloody hands on its pale white face
Muddy waters of her emptiness
Gives her dolly her sadness

Rocking back and forth singing to herself whispering words from far away
Ramblings of a mad woman
Sleepless nights in a cold dark corner
Digging nails into her skin
Running them deep and touching the soul of her nothingness
Tears pouring from my eyes of her emptiness
Her poor little dolly lifeless and still
Long red her and cold black dress
Now covered in blood dark as the muddy water
Take her darkness and hide it within
Rocking back and forth singing to herself whispering words from far away
Ramblings of a Mad Women