WARNING: This song is mature. You may skip this dare if you wish to.

LuverofGoosebumps: I dare Mary-Ellen to sing the song "It Shouldn't Hurt To Be A Child"!

MARY-ELLEN: Ooh. A dare just for me. Plus, I get to sing!

SLAPPY/WALLY: *groan*

MARY-ELLEN: I have such a beautiful voice. *turns to Tippy* Correct, my love bug?

TIPPY TINY: *blushes* Correct, sweetie pie. *kisses Mary-Ellen's cheek*

MARY-ELLEN: *blushes and wraps her arms around Tippy's neck* Oh, you.

SKIPPY TINY: Uh, guys? A little less romance, and a little more daring.

BILL CIPHER: Yeah. Let us get this dare over with.

MARY-ELLEN: *turns to the group* I will sing when I am good and ready! *turns back to Tippy* Are you ready to hear me sing?

TIPPY TINY: Anytime, my love. *kisses Mary-Ellen's forehead*

MARY-ELLEN: Alright! Here I go!

The nights are long, and filled with fright.

I know the pain that haunts the night.

It comes to me as I try to sleep.

The pain is fleeting, but the scars are deep.

I try and try with all my might.

I want to be loved...but, this can't be right.

I hope my friends won't see this bruise.

I'll have to decide, which excuse I'll use.

I love my parents, which I could lose.

I guess I'm stuck. I just can't choose.

My only prayer is I do right.

Just maybe, no whipping tonight.

My mother screamed, "Do as I said."

I really know...she wishes me dead.

The extension cord stings.

As it cuts my skin.

Tears, streaming down my chin.

Please stop, I cry, as I pull away.

I hate the fact, I'm alive today.

Each lash of the cord.

Burned deep with intent.

To straighten me out, to make me repent.

I hate the thought, of what she thinks.

It's not my fault, that daddy drinks.

Deep, I hide beneath my covers.

In a place too soon, he'll discover.

Stumbling, fumbling as he tries to stand.

The covers gone, the pain began.

No gentle touch, just callous hands.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Nowhere to put this pain inside.

I want to be loved, to be held and hugged.

Not pushed aside, replaced by drugs.

Tonight will come, I'll try to sleep.

I pray once more "My soul to keep."

In the darkness, the pain will creep.

I know the hurt, and the hurt is deep.

Staggering, stumbling, rubbing his hands.

His wife, he says, "Doesn't understand."

What did I do to deserve this pain?

I'm just a child, with nothing to gain.

Did no one see, can no one hear.

All theses things, as a child I fear.

No more excuses, no more whys.

No more beatings, or anguished cries.

No more hurting, the pain so deep.

Tonight I'll cry, tonight I'll sleep.

I'll dream the dream, of the life I seek.

With love and hope, and free from lies.

Who cares, no-one hears my cries.

Listen closely to these words I speak.

For tonight I sleep.

Tomorrow I die.

SKIPPY TINY: Wow. Just...wow. Remember, folks! Keep askin' and keep darin'!