I am here to tell a story
of a girl holding infinite blame
I am here to convince
you that she's beautiful
and there's no reason
for her shame.
She tells me secrets
I cannot repeat
and the wedding dress,to her adore
the dead surrenders to her weeps
as her blood floods all the floor.
I am here to carry her last wishes
I am to tell about the life she lived
all those times of scarse happiness
and all the tears she was suppose to give.
Her tears that haven't fallen
are falling on her grave stone
lonliness and bitter hearts
leave her to die all alone.
I am here to tell a story
of the girl who didn't care
spending long hours
on her makeup
and perfecting golden hair.
Here to cast a gloomy hate
on those who ruined all she had
an understatement would be to say
her last days were rather sad.
She use to love pink roses,
a perfectionist who followered dreams
now the corroner is asking me
to tie her coffins seams.
Who am I to kid myself,
I am suppose to tell her story
of the days she lived in peace
a life filled with such glory.
Remembering a girl I loved
and all those nights I cried
somtimes I wish it were all a dream
waking up
remembering her suicide.
Her tears that haven't fallen
are falling on her gravestone now
lonliness and bitter hearts
a girl that killed herself somehow.
