She wants to know, why they laugh
She wants to pave, her own path
She knows she hurts, but that's okay
She can make, it go away
She has a plan, and heads to class
And looks away, from all that pass

Demanding attention, she slits her wrists
No one cared, she won't be missed
She doesn't understand, why it's this way
But now it's time, for them to pay
So she turns to a boy, and points her gun
Now she's killed, a mother's son
Everyone screams, then tries to leave
They lack the time, to even grieve

She doesn't know, just what she's done
When everyone turned, and tried to run
She looks around, then at her hand
It's time to make, her final stand
She shot again, another kid fell
She shed a tear, but continued to kill
She doesn't care, all of it's real
Now she's just, too hurt to feel

The news showed up, and took aim
They caught the school, and all it's pain
The cops came too, they took a shot
It was her throat, that it caught
She grabbed her neck, then hit the floor
The girl that was, is now no more
Nobody knew, that girl that died
They threw her out, from too much pride

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