Say good-bye to the girl you use to know
Say hello to her grave stone.
She couldn't take it no more.
The pain in side the torture in he eyes,
Always wanting to be normal, but always
called a freak.
Her heart used to beat for him,
but now her pulse is to weak!
The tears in her eyes,
as she lies there and dies,
wondering why she was even alive.
Blood all around her, she begins
to speak,
but yet no words come out
as her lungs are just to weak.
The abuse, the torture finally
she couldn't take it,
she wasn't good enough for them, she
just couldn't make it.
When you visit her grave stone,
don't forget to tell her how you fell
She still listens and watcher over
the ones she once loved.
