There once was a girl,
Who had a glass eye.
A wondrous eye that could see all,
A wondrous eye that could see lies.
But it's a bit sad for the neighbors and I,
because it went to waste,
And because she didn't know she'd die.

Rumor had it,
It was all because of a boy.
Who supposedly tricked her,
and used her like a toy.
Because of her belief in this "boy",
Who was actually in fact a stranger,
It made her go blind and oblivious,
To the fact that she was indeed in danger.

Whoever killed her sure covered their tracks,
Because they found pictures that he took,
That was laid out on some racks.
Of course not of him though!
They couldn't find a trace.
Ugh.
But the very few pictures that I saw definitely made my heart race.
Crying, beatings, and torture galore,
As well as her teeth being gone and never more.

You know how they found her right?
What she looked like when found?
Well neither do I because they supposedly had to shine a light.
From what I hear though, she was found "lacking", naked, and lying in a hole,
Wearing a veil of dirt and nothing else but gold.
She lied there like a doll, empty and broken.
While the man in the suit, didn't even bother for a coffin.

I never knew until a few months later actually.
A few months later, on a lovely afternoon,
The twenty-fifth to be exact and ten till two.
Did they find the poor broken beauty,
Who was claimed to have been a girl by the name of sue.

Then it hit me like a bat,
That I knew this girl.
She was your classmate in Politics.
And always on her porch she sat.
I remember feeling sick,
A bit depressed too.
Because I never noticed or missed,
The girl who lived over there,
On Broken Avenue.