Rapunzel Rapunzel

Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your long hair
Rapunzel Rapunzel don't you freaking dare.

But her hair is to short.
And so the order is to abort.

Then she is left to stay.
With nothing left to do but waste away.

She sits and drinks her ice tea.
Cause she knows it will never be.

She stares out the window at the world passing by,
With all the girls who have all the perfect guys.

And as she walks down the hall,
Her only friends are the ugly gray walls.

The bones that threaten to tear her paper-thin skin.
Is just another reminder that she is all alone again.

So she begins to self mutilate
She's sobbing so hard she can't communicate.

But she's so upset that the knife misses and she cuts her wrist instead.
Which is the reason she is now dead.

I think about this as I lay a rose on the grave.
But what is really consuming my mind is the closure I crave.

So as I turn my back on her and walk away.
I know that I will always remember this day.

And I remembered how her mother had cried and knew,
This is the day that an Angel died.