| I cried when my mother went away
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| and I cried when they took me to this room,
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| the doctors binding us to the wall,
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| sometimes the night they come and who’s taken never comes back.
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| The colors, they look the same to me,
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| the white lights of the therapy room scare me.
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| Maybe this is the place where I was meant to be
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| but let me out, let me out, please I can’t take it anymore.
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| My world is smaller day by day, the walls are coming to catch me,
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| there is no sweet here, not a toy, from Candyland I’ll never flee.
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| I wake up in a surreal silence of this forsaken Hell,
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| a gloomy asylum with no light for the children that nobody sees.
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| By the morning we’ll be gone, only pain we’ll leave behind,
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| the echo of this lullaby within the walls of Candyland.
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| Twinke twinkle little star,
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| how I wonder what you are,
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| up above the world so high,
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| like a diamond in the sky. |