An Angels Funeral

I'm going to a wake
They called it homicide
They said that it wasn't fate
Those idiots lied

Who would want to kill her?
She was beautiful
Who the hell would kill her?
want to vanish her soul

A little angel she was
She was God's true gift
An angel from above
The diamond of the pick

She suffered from depression
but she had a convincing smile
she had some unhealthy obsessions
which were secrets for a while

I step up to the bench
To see my angels body
But her body was drenched
she was thin and bloody

The funeral was supposed to be small
She didn't think anyone would care
But it wasn't small at all
Everyone one was there

Me and this angel were close
from every slit wrist
to ever overdose
Every little twist

Remember how I told you
They said it was homicide
Well I know that that's not true
because I'm the angel who committed suicide