Mom, I hope you're proud of me,
even though I lay here dead...
I sit under my willow tree.....
i sit crying under my willow tree...
I imagined your
murder and it was...
She Couldn't Tell The Truth
You were her everything...
Beating heart bellow her skin
But feeling sweet sorrow deep within...
Do it! Don't stop! Just do it!
That's what i hear each day...
Fiances waiting back at home
For husbands that have been killed...
My scars began forming when i was one
My father left and a new life had begun...
She was too pretty to be
But that was too much for God to see...
Lets just die
die and get it over with...
I feel this pain
I know it's late...
Mommy why am I so different?
I'm not like all the other girls...