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Everyone knew she was a special young girl From her neighbors to her teachers Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius It was amazing the way she could play the violin It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster This one just so happened to be her father See daddy was sick, he`d get a rush by playin touchy touch And tellin her to keep it hush It was his seceret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust Fucked her head up, sayin if Momma was alive she`d be so proud of us So she`d hide the desire to die But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes Walking around in the only real hell No one would ever think she`d have such a story to tell Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of cryin She was too young to even know why [Chorus] And everyday she`d go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin `Please, God help me I don`t wanna live to see tommarow` Each day she`d scrounge for a tiny shread of hope Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink I don`t know why but the bottle always sinks She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks She made that violin sing with so much pain You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations What was once sweet and innocent Is now riding with the phsychotic father Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred Her instrument was a rolly tongue To express the infinite abuse in it`s depths At night the footsteps crept to her door and she`d begin to shake and weap And with tears rolling down her cheeks she`s pretend she was asleep When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawn is light She`d retreat to the same place she always did Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live [Chorus] Being a victim of her daddy`s hands for so long She lost the will to move on Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what`s wrong Exausted, but stayin strong She tried to play the bright side, but couldn`t bring herself to make nothing but sad songs Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles Sick of being daddy`s little seceret She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan Only this time the diarhea bottle was in her hand Just walk with herself, away from the hell Not no one at the river bottom liein in all the cries for help It was weeks before they found her dead body Some fisherman reeled it from the water like something from a detective novel Diagonosis: suicide, stemed from desperation Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles
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