What this Girl is Made of

Sugar and spice
And everything nice
This little girl wasn’t made
Mixed in shadows and cynicism
And the left the pot on high
Boiled over by morning
And left my tongue a little sharper
My eyes a little harder
No bows and affection
A cold front radiated from my voice
Monsters were the only thing
To find the curio of my soul
And this little girl learned a trick or two
Solace in shadows
Alone, I watched the world fall apart
And I could only quote
Nevermore

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