Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you ar- No, let's change that. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How many of you are dead so far? Up above the hell so high, Like your body skin in a fry." I'm sick, I'm in pain, I'm sick, I'm in pain, I'm sick, I'm in pain, you're sick, you're in pain, fuck you. A story about a woman and her own justifiable little world.All Rights Reserved