All suggestions welcomed. This is a rather dark song.
When did the child, that he once had inside, settle down?
When did he learn, it was better to hide, then be found?
The bully boys, waiting to tear him up
While the clicky clicky girls spoke their clicky clucky, gossip
She used to play with her dolls and draw pictures, with smiles
Laughing and giggling at the sound of life, all around
Then one day, the smile was wiped from her face
And from that day forward, she lived in a very dark place