There once was a girl, she was different, special.
She danced in the field all day long,
On her birthday she was given a dolly
that dolls name was Miss. Molly,
The girl loved her doll ever so much
until she was forced to grow up.
Years later when she's a sophomore
she gets hurt and teased
she came home one day hoping to ease
the pain that others inflicted on her.
Every day when she came home the doll would sit
in a different corner of the room, smiling a bit
One day when the little girl came home
she was done, sad, and wanted it to end
she went straight to her room
and saw the doll hanging from a shelf
swinging back and forth the doll had gone
The little girl wouldn't make it to dawn.
The doll taunted her
but it didn't seem like a cure
the little girl found a rope on her bed
already tied
she wanted to die
the rope fit around the little girls neck
as she stepped onto the chair
then the little girl jumped off
and floated in the air
the rope tightened and she swung
And then the little girl became the hanging girl
and matched her hanging doll.
