Just the same.
She’s crying in the next room and talking to herself and the people on tv. I don’t expect I helped her and it hurts and I told you so. I wish you’d stayed up all night just to talk. Tell me you’ll never let me feel the way she does tonight. Tell me you’ll come and get me tomorrow and you’ll take me somewhere quiet where you can put flowers in my hair and...
Even I forget that I’m only a little girl. I need warm milk and kisses and a hand to hold. Please remember that. I love you so much.