She died on a Sunday morning at 6
Her parents at church on their knees praying to a god that doesn't exist
And as they took up the offerings she took up a gun
And as the preacher  said god will never give you more then you can take
She held a gun to her head and thought of the hate
The voices
The screaming
The ones she thought she could trust
And as the preacher said let us pray
She said one last good bye and glanced at her note
And as her parents left the church for their car
She pulled the trigger and thought about how her parents will come home to find their daughter dead.