There was once a little girl
Whom I saw doing some whirl
She had a red stain on her dress
She went inside maybe to clean that mess
She lives 3 houses away
And I get to see her everyday
I bet she's one lucky kid
Because she always have that pretty braid
One day I was walking her way
She invited me for a play
I said yes and we went inside
There, I saw another story's side
The red stain from her dress that I saw
Is actually a blood that is raw
She held up a knife. Oh, this ain't right
She looked at me. Baby, I don't know how to fight.
"Are you scared?" From then, crying she began
Yes, I'm scared and worried, so faster I ran
At the back of my head, bull's eye! She threw the knife
And that is how she ended my life.
