The first thing she hears is the
radio. some shit like good...

Funny how your words tear at my heart,
I thought I was stronger than that...

We have grown up in a place the considers poverty...
where brand names and logos control what we wear...

This is for the girl whose life has been rough
whos too weak to stay awake...

You know that feeling
the one in the deepest part of your heart...

So today i was thinking
watching the traffic lights blinking...

It was a slow death
i watched her take her last painful breath...

New town
new school...

Love is a hard thing to capture
like a ladybug crawling amidst flowers...

Skip out on lunch
dont weigh too much...

And she was the infamous girl who cried blood
And died in the flood...

Meet me at the dock
right at 11 o'clock...