Once upon a time, long long ago.
There lived a little girl, who was all alone.

She had no one to talk to, to play with or laugh.
She just had herself and that made her sad.

One day she was walking and singing a song.
When all of a sudden a little boy came along.

He looked nice with his shining green eyes.
But little did she know, it was all a disguise.

They became friends, and hung out all day.
By the time night fell, nothing was left to say.

So they both went home with their heads hanging low.
Until one day they saw each other, and knew just where to go.

Down a path, through the woods, was a little tree house.
It had been inhabited by baby mouse.

She went in and sat on the floor.
While he ran after and then slammed the door.

The little girl got scared, but did not leave.
He walked toward her then got on his knees.

She was confused and watched him move.
She had a feeling she was about to lose.

He slowly crawled near her and got really close.
I think you know how the rest of this goes.

As days went by, she got even more scared.
Afraid that where she went, he would be there.

She was still hurting, but told no one.
Then one day she found a gun.

It was locked and loaded and ready to fire.
It was in her hand and she had the desire.

1, 2, 3 and bang.
No more her, no more songs to sing.