The girls got a knife in her hand.
Just waiting while she sits, thinks, and ponders her plan.
Taking her life away she makes March 10th her very last day.
Missing out on her dreams and her plans, for a breakup over a silly young man.
He didn’t want her for her beautiful charm or the bracelet she would wear on her arm.
Not thinking she’d be devastated by this, in a soon moment she would be dearly missed.
Slitting her wrist just to get a taste of the pain.
She cries thinking she’s the one to blame.
All of a sudden she hears a knock at the door
“Go away!” She yells. As they knock on some more.
“Just give me a minute I’ll be out real soon.”
The clock was ticking to her approaching doom.
She takes four rounds to the head.
Stabs herself, falls near the side of her bed.
Looks unconscious, but she’s only dead.
None of her friends knew where her future lead.
She didn’t leave a letter, just a simple note.
Yeah it was real painful to read what she wrote.
“Never treat people like this, because you never know when they’ll be truly missed.”