My death story

by Sandy   Jul 15, 2005


I close my eyes and lay in bed
wishing that I'll soon be dead
cuz quiet little me
the nice little girl that lives down the street
has her own little dark secret
do you think that you can keep it
well this little girl that you every day
that little girl you see go outside and play
isn't the same little girl that you see at home
especially when she's home all alone
cuz her parents are never there
so she doesn't much love or care
so every night she cry
and hoping that she would die
so if she doesn't die tonight
know that tomorrow is just a another try

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