there once was a blade
that was printed with a name

a name that hid the truth
a name that had been ruth

she had been a friend of mind
so dear and kind

but i cut our bridge
and hid her body in the fridge

i told my mom that she had gone home
that she had gone and walked that path alone

and i was believed
but later a grieved

because why hadn't i been the one to fly?
when i am the one that belongs in the sky?