There is a girl who sits in f
ront of the class, she is tall, bright
and smart, her name is Paris Jackson.

She is so helpful and kind to
others around her.
She told me her favriout singer
who is Marilyn Manson.

how can the smartest and helpful girl
learn to hate her own guts
she cuts and burns her skin.
how can she feel so insecure to others.

she gets a blade and sraw pictures on her arms.
She thinks that her parents dosen't care for her
it is as if her mind isn't dark enough.

There is a girl in the front of the class
who only laugh when someone tells her
who's on on first base. Her eyes looks like they are
made out of glass.

How can someone so perfect feel so insecured,
as her arms has cuts and burns.
Drawing pictures on her arms with a blade as
if her mind isnt darekk enough.

There was a girl in font of the class
who took her life yesterday, she left a
note saying "sorry I didnt say, my
mind was messed up, you couldnt
save me any way."

I felt sad and so dose the girl in the back of the class.

Plus dur que fer j'ay fini mon ouvrage,
Que l'an, dispos à demener les pas,
Que l'eau, le vent ou le brulant orage,
L'injuriant, ne ru'ront point à bas.
Quand ce viendra que le dernier trespas
M'assoupira d'un somme dur, à l'heure
Sous le tombeau tout Ronsard n'ira pas,
Restant de luy la part qui est meilleure.

Tousjours, tousjours, sans que jamais je meure,
Je voleray tout vif par l'univers,
Eternisant les champs où je demeure,
De mes lauriers fatalement couvers,
Pour avoir joint les deux harpeurs divers
Au doux babil de ma lyre d'yvoire,
Que j'ay rendus Vandomois par mes vers.

Sus donque, Muse, emporte au ciel la gloire
Que j'ay gaignée, annonçant la victoire
Dont à bon droit je me voy jouissant,
Et de ton fils consacre la memoire ;
Serrant son front d'un laurier verdissant.