Blue Sun Room FILK - FILK
You sit there with the gift before you
Not knowing what to do
Agree to give yourself over
To the monster who bought you
Or do you run away
Risk your fathers life
Or the lives of those around you
Is it really a choice
You already know
So you pack a bag
And pick a dress
And prepare your pretty smile
Hope his hand wont strike
PUll you down
Hope you learn to love
Something you doubt will ever happen
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