She doesn't know herself yet. She hasn't taken her first steps. She's the reason he's kept Surviving with no regrets. Mortal enemies collide And deminish what little pride While she curls up and cries Over her short, weak life One is a monster in her eyes One she can't help but despise Because of the fatal lies That he whispers every time Two enemies battle for one soul, This is a burden she must hold Wounds are made from what's told, Someone will shatter from this hold Time goes by, and things get colder Three people are fighting like soldiers Two of them want to hold her But this? Could break her; this Beautiful Horror.