Mommy’s little girl.
She doesn’t know she’s dying.
She never knew about those nights.
The nights the boys came in,
The nights she got drunk,
The nights she almost ended it.

Mommy’s little girl.
She doesn’t know she’s fighting.
She never knew about that day.
The day she broke his nose,
The day she got her reputation,
The day she almost ended it.

Mommy’s little girl.
She doesn’t know anything.
She never knew the signs.
The signs that she was hurt,
The signs that she couldn’t breathe,
The signs that she almost ended it.

Mommy’s little girl.
She doesn’t know she’s lying.
She never knew about those thoughts.
The thoughts about the blood,
The thoughts about breaking,
The thoughts that she almost ended it.

Mommy’s little girl.
She’ll never know…