It wasn't her fault
she was strick with the lighting bolt
people made fun
she never saw the sun
they called her names
notthing was the same
they were such good friends
right up to her end
she took the pills
while her blood spills
she fell over dead
the life that she lead
it was all over the news
and just the few
she lived in dover
when it was all over
not to see another day
she just ran away.
