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She closes her eyes and whispers those prayers,
and falls asleep wondering: "Does anyone care?"

Beware the stare of Mary Shaw.
She had no children, only dolls...
And if you see her, do not scream,
Or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam.

Tajuan, että et ole sen arvoinen.

Pinnallisesti he yrittävät olla iloisia, todellisuudessa he kääntävät ilon suruksi, rakkauden vihaksi ja hyvän pahaksi.

Tekstarisuhteet on tuhoon tuomittuja.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.