Her name was Rosy, a sweet litte girl
She was small and cute with rincklet curls...
“THE CHASE IS ONâ€
Day and Night...
She’d never done it before
Cutting, self mutilating, it was all new to her...
Ever feel like,
There's somewhere else...
This isn\\\'t a poem this is a true storey that...
It was about 3:20p.m. on Saturday July 23rd, 2005...
It\'s on the news,
It\'s On the computer...
The pain an unbearable scream,
The cuts mindless lasting scars...
Am I meant to die
The answer soon Ill...
I'm talking to you but you're not listening to me
Your expressionless face tells me...
You fooled me into your game
i admit i fell crazy in love...
Everyone always tells me I’m wrong,
But by now they should know I ain’t no King...
The saddness in me
comes out everyday...