Little Rosie lives in a bloody glass
Smeared with the observers paws.
Her world consits of screams and moans
If only someone would lend her a knife.
Her life means nothing except
to those who chase her.
She wishes someone would stop
this neverending game.
Visions of razor blades and guns
Danced in her head.
Every night she dreamed of an end.
Little Rosie wishes for a rescue by death
Little Rosie lives in a bloody glass.