[bad word] to my world.
That's painted this sadness
There's no light of sun
There you can't hear 
Any sound at all

Here I'm waiting silently fou you, Father
Why you were so [bad word] 
To let poor Mary alone?

Please, take me away,
I desperately promise
To be a good girl
To be worthy of your love
I don't need the paintbooks,
The dolls and the dresses,
Just tell me,
Why you've left your pictures and gone? 

Who are you, stranger
With a red rose in your hand?
I liked from the fist sight,
I wanna be your friend,
Let's play.
I've never asked for this place
That's called my home,
But hope, you will be staying
With me until the end

Please, don't be scared of me,
I'm a good girl,
I just wont to be with you
To forget my sorrow
I'm tired to being