It's too late to care, she's dead.
She killed herself with variability,
And none of you were there,
Quit your bullshit, all are guilty.
All of them claim to hate a common enemy,
But how can they?
I see blood on every hand dripping,
Hand prints covering the walls.
Self destructive behavior is human,
We know everything breaks.
All fixes are temporary,
But some will fix and fix.
No one fixed her problem,
Now she's gone...
And you care now?
She broke herself,
How can anyone fix that?
Why honor her for beauty,
When there are millions of suicidal rats?