Mythical_Magic
All I ever done was go orphanage to orphanage. I finally come to one and Miss Cooper said she would keep me. One night, Miss Cooper died, so we got a new headmistress. She was strange, and different. She would sing a song before we went to sleep and the following morning, someone would be dead.
Go to sleep and close your eyes
Dream about broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn
You know the pain they have endured
Sliver metal that shines so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right
Dream that blood trickling down
And waking up before you drown
Moonlight shining all of your tears
As you bleed out all your own woot jeers
Tonight when you start to cry
Whisper this before you die
Hush-a-bye baby, you're almost dead
You have no pulse and you pillow is red
Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife cause that's all you need
Rock-a-bye baby, broken and scarred
You didn't know that life was so hard
Time to end the pain you hid so well
And down you come baby, straight down to hell