All alone lives a Little Girl,
Denied any chance, enslaved by this world.

Time as precious as water, Life like a bottle
Every drop is wasted, As she refuses to swallow.

It’s rotting away, As it sits in her grasp
If life is like a test, Then she has yet to pass.

Drip by drip, Her supply runs desperately low
Until none is left, Until there’s nowhere to go.

And every time a replenished bottle meets her hand,
It always s the same old plan:


Let her water run dry,

Empty the tears flowing from her eyes,

As she leaves nothing left-
Little Girl begins to forget
Her life full of missed regrets