There was once a boy who didn't’t care about much of anything
Who met a shy girl that did what she was told
When she first saw him she new she loved him and she always would
Now to her perfect could not even describe him
She didn't have the courage to talk to him
And she never would
One night when she was all alone
She cut her wrist and with her remaining time
She wrote on the bathroom mirror with her blood
Why do I feel alone when he’s not around?
Why doesn't he notice me?
Why doesn't he like me?
When I’m gone will care?
Then she fell to the floor dying slowly
She wasn’t at school the next day and her death all over the news
That next day he was all alone
When he cut his wrist
Laying next to him in the puddle of blood on a piece of paper he wrote
She has gone so must I
Because I can’t live without her in such a lonely world
With my death I must ask one last question
What caused her so much pain to make her leave?
