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“I’m going mad,” she says to me
But I refuse to believe
She can’t be mad, for she is mine
I’ll close my ears, just this time.
She will not end, she will survive
But I do worry about her sometimes
‘Cause when she looks out at the rain
I can tell that she’s in pain.
“Lock me up,” she begs in tears
But I pretend that I don’t hear.
I think she knows about my game,
I wonder if she does the same.
“We don’t have the money,” I say
But really, I am just afraid
Of losing my daughter, my baby girl.
I think I’ll do anything to help her.
I will not lock her away,
I refuse. I won’t, I say!
She can scream and she can yell,
I won’t subject her to that hell.
But if there only was a way
I could see the pain that eats away
At her heart, her soul, her mind,
Maybe I would realise
That she needs to be locked away,
It’s the only way to save her.
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