Sad little girl, walks home alone, in the rain
Hiding her sorrow hiding her pain.
Maybe she won’t be laughed at tomorrow.
Because of the clothes she had to borrow.
She can’t take showers and can’t take a bath
The only thing she’s good at is math.
She holds her head up, o so high.
Just so, on the inside she won’t die.
and so at night, she won’t cry.
Not enough money, to buy her some glasses
So she can get good grades in the classes.
So many nights she wished she would die.
and then she could take it any longer, so she said her final good bye.
She walked to her mom’s room and said she was sorry, she had to do this.
And she gave her mom, one last kiss.
She walked into the kitchen, grabbed the gun, knowing she was already dead.
She sat on the floor and put the bullet through her head.
