[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 dools 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
The puppet of this world
Oh, tell me,
Why do you want to go
With this man?

Is he your [bad word] 
Knight of the Shining Armor?
Who'll sacrifice himself
Just for your sake with no fear,
But then 
Why he resembles the one,
Who created 
This gallery and picture,
That gave me a birth?

My tears are falling,
Why it's so painful?
I did nothing wrong,
So Why do you hate me so much?
This burning canvas
Became your [bad word] answer
And now flame unsparingly
Kiss me goodnight.
 [bad word] to her world
That's lying the ashes
There's sea of fire,
There is no way [bad word] at all...
She only wanted 
To be with her Father
But little Mary is melting
In her abyss alone...