Pretty girl hanging from the ceiling, tell me your story.
Was Mommy an addict and did Daddy like to smack you?
Did Daddy skip town and did Mommy bring all of her boyfriends around?
Did Mommy or Daddy have a special game they liked to play?
Pretty girl dangling, please, tell me your name.
Tell me about how vile you think you are, how it's your fault they took it so far.
Tell me about the fake smile you wore daily.
Tell me about the one best friend you had, the one who knew everything.
Tell me about the neighbor boy you secretly loved, but were too scared to tell him.
Tell me this rope around your neck was an accident.
Pretty girl dead, I will whisper sweet things to you.
I will remember your story and your name.
I will remember your best friend, and I'll tell the neighbor boy how much you loved him.
I will hold you close to my heart, for you were brave.
Yet you weren't strong enough.
Pretty girl, rest in peace.