I find it hard to free myself
From the walls I've built around me...

We used to be friends
You, me during art class every weekend...

I loved you the moment I saw you
I thought it wasn't possible to love you...

Diana was once so beautiful
She celebrated her youth...

I remember the time we had before
it was as two, not three,or four...

Her life was in shatters
She thought that her future no longer mattered...

Loaded .45 in her hand
Wearing tight JAG sweater...

They all saw it coming
They all knew what she was planning to do...

I thought what we had was real
I loved you and the way you made me feel...

She loved him; she loved him very much
You could see it in her eyes...

Her name used to be Game-la
As in from the flower gumamela...

People go by me everyday
Ignore me, stare at me, and misunderstand me...