Tonight she will whisper before she sleeps.
"I was never meant to be something sweet."
She sliced her wrist and made a wish,
She prayed for death.
Her heart was broken but for you she fake happiness. Tonight before she sleeps, she will sing the lullaby.
" Go to sleep and close your eyes.
Dream of broken butterflys.
That tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they have endured.
Hushaby baby, you're almost dead.
You dont have a pulse and you're pillow is red.
You're family hates you, and you're friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife 'cause thats all you need.
Rockaby baby, broken and scared.
You didnt know that life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain that you hid so well.
You said you loved her.
But kept quite while she was there.
Maybe her days were counted.
Maybe you didnt care.
But maybe if you had told her you loved her, maybe she wouldn't be dead.
