Ten



She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone
Maybe someday another child wont feel as alone as she does
Its been two years, and counting, since they put her in this place
Shes been diagnosed by some stupid fuck, and mommy agrees, yeah...
Whoa...yeah...hey yeah yeah...
Why go home...

She seems to be stronger, but what they want her to be is weak
She could play pretend, she could join the game, boy
She could be another clone...ooh...whoa...ah yeah...

Ooh...
Why go home?
What you taught me...put me here...dont come visit...mother...
Sting me...

Whoa...ooh...
Why go home?
What you taught me...put me here...dont come visit...mother, mother, yeah...
Why go home?
Whoa...


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