Once a girl met a guy,
That's how it usually started.
The girl was shy,
The guy was soft-hearted.

They became the best of friends.
Like sister and brother.
Never thinking there friendship would end,
Never thinking it would be such a heart-breaker.

They were in highschool,
They were in band.
They were uncool,
They thought it was grand.

Until one day when the guy told a lie.
About the one girl, his sister, his friend.
He was high, didn't think he'd make her die.
He never thought he would make her life come to an end.

A lie to make the guy a reputation,
To make him look like a pimp.
A lie to make the girl do a motion,
That made her body become limp.

The girl was in science, sitting next to the guy.
When the guy whispered over "I'm ready are you?"
The girl acted on impulse and said "I don't no, why?"
The guy whispered back "I want to give it a try."

Later that day, the guy kept on asking.
But she kept on thinking, and said no.
Then the true personality of them both started unmasking.
And the guy turned out to be a psycho.

A week or two later the girl heard a story.
About her and the guy doing something she turned down.
The girl confronted him about his new glory,
that the guys seem to be giving him about them touching down.

The guy said it was a joke.
A harmless little prank.
What he said made the girl choke.
And her will to live just completly sank.

The guy she once trusted,
With her entire life.
They once chatted,
Now she picks up a knife.

It started out just a little cut here and there
Nothing serious, just enough to keep her mind off him.
Then a week later they were everywhere.
Her light of the life was beginning to grow dim.

Finally, one day last year,
The guy who she once loved,
Made her eyes break into tears.
She had never seen so much blood.

She never really meant.
To do what she did.
She just wanted to torment
But her hands were wet, and the knife slid.

It slid deep into her wrist,
Unleashing a river of red.
As she lay there, she began to twist.
She twisted and twisted as her wrist bled.

She started to regret
Everything she had just done.
She started to sweat,
As her air began to stop, the fear begun.

While she laid there on the floor,
She whispered with her last breath,
I never was a whore,
That word caused my death.

Her eyes began to close,
As the air left her body.
One tear dripped down her nose,
While her soul left her softly.

The guy heard about what happened,
How he made her want to die,
His eyes widened,
As he looked up at the sky.

A tear streaming down his cheek,
He prayed a forgiving plea,
His knees began to feel weak,
He finally began to see.

He just wanted to fit in,
So he used her as a tool,
So now she has him thinkin'
I was such a stupid fool.

They could've been together,
They could've stayed in love,
If only he didn't betray her,
They could've rised above.

Popularity is a disease,
It infects people in the mind and heart.
Now under the white daisies,
Lays a girl who was a victim from the start.
 
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