• life flowing without a trace,
    come with me you'll soon see,
    the life of me in a painfull way,

    i feel no one can hear me,
    screaming and running from the monster ill become,
    running through the dark depths of the forest of despair,

    i hate thinking about wat he did to me.
    but what he did was unthinkable,
    non-loving, non-caring, hating, giving away my love.

    he'll pay for wat he did.

    he will!
    but i know soon that monster
    it'll find me and kill me and i will reunite with my
    grandpa,
    and wen i do ill be happy,
    but happy in a way, and sad in another