Daffodils are yellow,
Daisies are white,
Your soul may be dark,
But your smile is bright.
Your hands may be gentle,
Your eyes may be kind,
But lurking beneath,
Is a sick, twisted mind.
What made you this way?
What shattered your soul?
What chipped you away,
Made you part of no whole?
You're missing some pieces,
They're scattered about,
You'll never find them all,
Of this, there's no doubt.
Forever broken,
You'll never fit in,
Because hiding beneath,
Is your soul filled with sin...
