This racket I hear in the back of my head
I hear rambling, from the dead
The love you once showed, now blown
This is how it needs to be known
Her tears, Made of crystal
The mind gone by a pistol
One last breathe to let loose
The knot tied in a noose
Her two hands on her chest
While they lie her down to rest
Everyone looks and crys real hard
A memorial in the yard
A girl who barely knew the world
She thought it was all a chore
When all the boys called her a whore
She knew she didn't want it no more
Shes dead and gone and they now care
Her heart is gone without dispare
With friends and family all around
They all look down at the ground
Now three years and your still gone
At this grave your name in stone
You were to young to have left this life
You ended it all by the knife
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