Little girl gone hell and back
The red cape she wears torn down by the wolf her mother brought home
Little girl thought and dream about death
Small hands held the edge
Pointing at her skin
Slowly let the edge kiss her skin and bleed
Drowning the demons, but they'll never be gone
Like how little girl's voice,
Loud, louder, even louder, but never heard
Like the little girl's mother,
Blamed the girl with a red riding hood
At fault for what the wolf had done
Never blame the wrongful wolf,
Refuse to hear the little girls' word
