There was once a little girl everyone called an " old soul " This little girl had far too much self control All the time she wanted to beg and cry To be let out of this life, to be buried under blue sky But she never did cry to die Not out loud, but all the time inside Everyone thought she was just quiet and shy They had no idea that she wanted to die Of course you wouldn ' t think a child of that age Would be tired of life at this tender stage But tired she was, tired of the nights When he would come into her room And turn off the lights She wanted to die yes, each and every time But no one knew and she could not tell She would just peer over ledges And wonder " What if I " fell "? She often wondered how she could " accidentally " leave Because in her life she only ever grieved