The girl

The girl that you bullied

the girl that you used

The girl that was broken, bent, and abused

The girl that was lost with no hope to be found

is now lying died. Limp on the ground.

But none of you nottice, none of you care

You say well that's life and life isn't fair

Even if she screamed at the top of her lungs

No one would nottice what they had done

They toke that girls life

That sad sad long night

even though they weren't holding the Kniefe

so I tell you the story, the story of my life.

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