A girls committed suicide
and left only a note...

"Have you heard? Shes gone!"
Suicides the price...

Now, now, think it through,
Don't you see the black and blue...

I look to you for support;
Because I can't stand on my own...

I know a girl,
who's got some luck...

Love struck little twinkle-toes,
listen as the wind blows...

And as the colors deepen,
each day gets worse and worse...

September comes, September leaves.
A new year filled with twists and weaves...

She's falling of expectations
Even of her own...

Inspired by the book by Judith Guest.
In your thoughts are ordinary people...

Reality knew me not, nor you, till now.
You're told the simple, but you just want the...

Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.
The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate...