She was known as the party queen
But she was only a teen
One night she got drunk
Got into a fight, and left with some punk
Her mother cried and cried
When her baby girl died
She didn't believe it at first
But then she seen the hurst
Her family was there
But she didn't care
She just wanted to be alone
She wanted that much to be known
But no one knew
What she was going to do
When she went home that night
No more in her life was there light
Her daughter had been taken away
For her, there was no new day
She cried as she held the gun to her head
She just wanted to be dead
She cried, but still pulled the trigger
No longer would she figure
How miserable her days would be
But she never thought of me....
 
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