There she lay, all dressed in black.
Her family, no longer in constant attack.
Why she left? They didn't know,
Why she would ever choose to go.
There she lay, all dressed in black.
The guests were mourning, the roses stacked.
Her mind once filled with wisdom to teach,
But never shared, and never preached.
There she lay, all dressed in black.
A beating heart and love, she lacked.
They found her resting lost and cold.
The fighting must have gotten old.
There she lay all dressed in black.
She popped her pills, not looking back.
Her was curled, her lips, blood red.
Her words unspoken, those tears she shed.
There she lay all dressed in black,
To find some peace before they got back.
Why she she left? They'll never know.
Why she ever chose to go;
