theres this girl in my music class.
her eyes are blue
and her hair is black.
she's rather sad
and the boy behind her
always calls her
fat.
but no one ever really said a word,
we just pretended we had
never heard.
there's this girl in my music class.
she hasn't come to school,
and apparently
she's never coming back.
now it's done and said,
we're filled with dread
all she ever needed was a friend.
there's this girl in my music class.
she killed herself a week ago,
but now she's back.
her hairs gone light,
she's quite the sight.
she dances 'round
and hums a little tune.
she stared me in the eye and said,
that she's much happier
now that
she is
dead.
