Act The Diary song lyrics

Used my crayons for painting horses

Pigs and monkeys, bird's who's flying

All of this was quite accepted

Without their skin they were affected

Just turned eleven and now she's going on twelve

No one could see

She must be one in hundred millions

A mind so totally torn and wrecked, folks

What have you done with this poor girl

You made her believe that nothing's sacred

Her conscience is lost

Voices tell me I am in need

See the people in pain and to bleed

Psychiatrists they never say

A knife can kill and now she is dead

Just turned eleven and now she's going on twelve

No one could see

She must be one in hundred millions

A mind so totally torn and wrecked, folks

What have you done with this poor girl

You made her believe that nothing's sacred

Her conscience is lost