They picked on her,
And thought it was cool...

You're not worth tears,
You're not worth being upset...

This is a poem,
About the day she died...

The room began to spin,
The blood began to pour...

Behind the door that's locked,
With a hidden key...

I must be stupid,
I must be bad...

They checked a register,
They quickly counted heads...

What's wrong with you, you're all sick,
You must be if you get a kick...