I was the oldest but not to you.
In my memory i clean out you,
From all the posion you gave me
From all the pain you couldnt see.
I ran away you didnt understand.
But you always will have your youngest daughter your fan.
Smoking drinking she was only 13,
Home alone no dance that was me at 17.
There was no answer or happy ending for me
Because suicide was the only happy way i could see.
