Her smile so cheerful,
Her laugh so blissful,
Her ways so gleeful,
Her eyes so dreadful.  
She's a happy girl,
She's a lucky girl,
She's a good girl.
She's a dead girl.

Shadows near the girl,
Making her hurl,
In this huge whirl,
Forever she twirl.
Yet she still smiles,
When named a coward,
For hundred miles,
She's being devoured.

She dream a dream in her sleep,
Where she could finally weep,
And what she sow she has reap,
Deja Vu was her words that bleep.