Teardrops Turned To Words

Whisper, Whisper

Whisper, Whisper

Behind her back

To any ear that will hear

All the students laugh and jeer

Whisper, Whisper

Behind her back

To any ear that will hear

Including her own whenever she is near

Whisper, Whisper

Behind her back

To any ear that will hear

The laughing stock, it was like her school career

Whisper, Whisper

Behind her back

To any ear that will hear

Mocked and beaten by every single peer

Whisper, Whisper

Behind her back

To any ear that will hear

They laugh at her never seeing a tear

Whisper, Whisper

Behind her back

To any ear that will hear

And all because she was a little queer

Whisper, Whisper

Behind her back

To any ear that will hear

No one notices her wrists, where cut upon cut appear

Whisper, Whisper

Behind her back

To any ear that will hear

She knew what she had to do, the torment would never end at least that much was clear

Whisper, Whisper

Above her grave

To any ear that will hear

Every school mate and teacher sheds a tear

She was gone, little Miss Queer

A day of mourning as if they had once held her dear

Whisper, Whisper

Above her grave

Only a notebook to remember her by, a simple souvenir

Inside was written sorrowful words as brilliant a Shakespeare

Such gracious words enough to make the school proud, as its read aloud they cheer

Whisper, Whisper

Her parents drown themselves in beer

So much for them thinking it was a good year

for their lovely little dear

Whisper, Whisper

If only they'd known

Little Miss Queer

Felt all alone

If only they knew their words ate her alive like a living fear

That the jokes weren't funny nor the jeer

That she had shed tear upon tear

If only someone had cared enough to notice the cuts on her wrists

But they were too busy making fun of her lisp

Whisper, Whisper

Goodbye my dear

Let your soul rest in peace Little Miss Queer