Hello Mr. Walker
Why don’t you talk to her
Look at what you’ve done
She keeps lying
And they keep prying
“What is going on?!”
She keeps crying
As well as dying
Keeping it all to herself
All alone she thinks to herself
‘I can’t live with myself’
She’s falling into the black
Letting it take her back
To where she truly belongs
A knife, hand in hand
Ready to join
Those just like her
‘What have I done?’
‘Who have I become?’
She feels like nothing on this plane
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
Hello Mr. Walker
Why don’t you talk to her
Look at what you’ve done
She keeps lying
And they keep prying
“What is going on?!”
She keeps crying
As well as dying
Keeping it all to herself
All alone she thinks to herself
‘I can’t live with myself’
She’s falling into the black
Letting it take her back
To where she truly belongs
A knife, hand in hand
Ready to join
Those just like her
‘What have I done?’
‘Who have I become?’
She feels like nothing on this plane