She used to light up the whole room, looking at him.
She used to feel happy but now she feels like some kind of victim.
He brought her up just to tear her down.
She build walls up and wears a crown.
Something happened on that cold fall night.
Something terrible occurred, she fought back, no one asked if she was alright.
A shot went out and she was lying on the ground, soaked in her own blood.
It was so bad, her remains became a part of the flood.
They buried her body the following week.
I cried so hard, wanted to die, I kissed her cheek and froze but tried to speak.
Now at least she will be at peace, and everyone around her will know that she was loved.
Her spirit was around, she came back for peace. But maybe all this was just a little to much.
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