Shes so pretty
its so unfair...

I can see a problem
an imperfection i cant rearrange...

There she sat just all alone at lunch
hoping a friend would maybe come over and say...

Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls...

Ive been replaced
by something better...

Roses are red
violets are blue...

Why did you take your life?
Did I do anything wrong...

They all though that
the cuts were real...

You died when you were only young,
I didn't have the time...

Everything has changed now
Nothing is the same...

Theres no one left to listen,
So I'm writing with my pen...

As I stand in my bedroom
Applying all the make up in my draws...