She was a girl; outspoken. She got her heart broken. She wore a beautiful dress filled with unseen; harsh words; scratches And under that dress lied her heart sewed up with patches.
Would your eyes fill with tears as you heard the news that I was dead. Would you fall to the ground and wonder why you didn't see it coming? Would you come to my funeral wearing my favourite colours? Would you remember me as a good friend? Would you think about me? Would you wonder what was the last thing that pushed me over the edge? Would you miss me?