I knew this girl
Who lives inside
a little girl with many lies
of hell and life and truth and trust
and maybe sometimes love or lust
would come along and sweep right by
Until she said the final good-bye
She took the gun
She took her life
But no one in this world does cry
No one weeps and no one yearns
Or asks when this girl will return
All they say was she was dumb
Nothing Nothing Nothing was wrong
But no one sees and no one knows
All they did was just suppose
Was it truth
Was it lies
No one knows what she held inside
Sadness, pain and misery
for this girl was based on me
