She got on the bus at seven.
Her body was found at ten.
What happened in those three hours
Before he final breaths?
The doctors said it was suicide
The detectives called out ******
Never would a cause be found
Because she wasn't dead.
She wanted an escape,
A simple, brand new, life.
How did she do it, you ask?
That, my dear, will forever be a secret.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
She got on the bus at seven.
Her body was found at ten.
What happened in those three hours
Before he final breaths?
The doctors said it was suicide
The detectives called out ******
Never would a cause be found
Because she wasn't dead.
She wanted an escape,
A simple, brand new, life.
How did she do it, you ask?
That, my dear, will forever be a secret.
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