She was only six years old,
she was perfect, she was told.
Now she's dead, they don't know why.
All they do is cry, cry, cry.
She had the face of a babydoll.
The smaller they are the softer they fall.
Everyone loved her, no one knew why.
Nobody thought that she could die.
Skin, white as snow,
lips red as blood.
pretty blonde hair all caked in mud.
They thought she was perfect, that she had no flaws,
now she's disfigured, her fingers are claws.
but she is still their babydoll.
And she's still loved by them all.