Pretty Little Things

Look at her, as pretty as can be.

Every day I wish, that that could be me.

She walks on by, not a care in the world.

And I clench my hands, my fingers curled.

That pretty little girl, loved by all.

How I wish I could stay, and watch her fall.

But high up she stays, as pretty as can be.

Oh God how I wish, that that could be me.

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