I stood by the backdoor watching them play, wishing that I could stay
But my life once lived is gone, the clouds protect me but are forlorn
My tragic end was sad, but they never made me feel bad
I lived in a blissful state, but that all changed when my blood was running to the storm water grate
My killer is still loose, but the case against him is turning him recluse
I stood by the backdoor watching them play, wishing that I could stay.
