Pretty pretty angel where have you gone, haunted by memories, the damage is done.

She paints a smile to face the world, branded a princess, a misunderstood girl.

Pretty pretty angel what is your song, release us your story we'll do you no harm.

Up in her room locked behind doors, voices shattering her ear drums, they called her a whore.

Pretty pretty angel, how could you run, it wasn't your fault, their day will soon come.

She cries in her pillow dead tears falling so free, careful to stop them so others won't see.

Pretty pretty angel, don't stop the pain, a woeful tale for sure, silence driving you insane.

Taunting images steal away her night, if only she screamed louder, if she put up more of a fight.

Pretty pretty angel, tell us your tale, release the sorrow, pay your bail.

Her bloodied flesh hidden under unseasonable clothes, whispers to the walls so nobody knows.

Pretty pretty angel, speak it outloud, you did nothing wrong, step out from your cloud.

She catches her eye reflected on the blade, a heart that beat for happiness, is shut behind jade.

Pretty pretty angel put the blade down, to kill yourself is their victory, to live stronger, is your crown.

She hits the wall at the men she didn't know, why would they do this, why wouldn't they let her go?

Pretty pretty angel use this for life, strength is your dagger, wisdom your knife.

She shakes her head remembering being left by the road, they laughed at her fight, they trophied her clothes.

Pretty pretty angel who could you turn to... your family no better, you had only you.

A china doll left in pieces weathered, no time to pick herself up, to put herself together.

Pretty pretty angel, a good life you will make, let the demons out, near it will be time to wake.

A veil she places over her head, to grieve of her innocence that was beaten down dead.

Pretty pretty angel, a scar you will have, you can't change what happened you can't change the past.

She rocks herself gently deep in the night, saying over and over, how nothing seems right.

Pretty pretty angel the worst part is ahead, you have to learn to live with this, you have to get out of bed.

She walks quietly to the window her childhood ended to soon, looks out at the shadows, she looks down at her wounds.

Pretty pretty angel, the flesh will heal, you are creating mental prisons, you are creating your seal.

She lays under covers that shut her from the world, well needed rest for this tired young girl.

Pretty pretty angel gather your strength, the healing process is quite a breath-taking length.

Her eyes cringe closed at pain the she still feels, wishing it were a dream, unfortunately real.

Pretty pretty angel, I know it seems rough, but you are a fighter, your soul it stands tough.

She looks up at the ceiling, asking how I know what she went through, how I know what she's feeling.

Pretty pretty angel I can tell you'll be safe, look in my direction we have the same face. -Dawn 01-01-00