Sad faces laboratory places

they called me the sad faced monkey
But there was a time of joy
Before I was trapped and stuffed in some cage
Which really did annoy

Me the abuse I suffered
daisy that’s my name
From that breeding laboratory I said
But bleeding it is
I’d have been better off dead

Abuse abuse that’s what I got
They broke my fingers the scars were not
There from birth these bastards they
Burned me and turned me
Into what I am today

Sad faced
Broken hearted sweet lost dear
Finally wild futures
Allayed some of my fear
Now in this sanctuary
I can be
Myself at last
Take that from me

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