Keep Calm, I have a story to tell, and hopefully this story will allow you to see Hell.

Isabelle: a young girl the age of 3, she lived a happy life and soul was so free
But then she started grow up, and life got tough
Her uncle came in at night, he left feelin' right
While she just caved under pressure and she started talking less, her
Body began to quiver, but the feeling was so bitter
She knew it wasn’t moral, she knew it was wrong
She left this s*** locked up and turned to bongs
It wasn’t only once though, her uncle got REAL low.

He pretended to love her, but he only raped her of her innocence.

She has never been the same since.

She spends her days at home crying,
her boyfriend askin' her what's wrong, but she steady lyin'
Another man in her life that wanted her trust, not just to slip in her bed and bust a nut
But she was too deep in a rut
She started to cut herself and roll up
WHAT?
You've never heard the story of a girl whose life was in a whirl?

Her life wasn’t right, and money was so tight
She went to school, got bullied, and started breaking all the rules
She became so angry, started her life off with "maybes", then she grew up not knowing what she was worth as a young lady.

Maybe this isn’t the time for my small minded banter, but
Think next time before you hurt that girl, her
life changed for the worse
She almost ended up in a hearse
She spent so many nights crying, people telling her they loved her, but she thought they were lying

Every night she thought of putting a gun to his head
She was tossing and turning while he slept peacefully in bed
She thought, "why'd it have to be this way?
To anyone else, it’s just another day”
For her, today was anything but ordinary
You ask me if she was depressed?
What the f***?! VERY!
On this day, she woke up in a bad place
She traveled to his home just to begin her trace
to how everything turned to s***
But she couldn’t do it, so she broke down bit by bit
Cuttin' wasn’t doing it anymore
It just left her arms lookin' red and feelin' sore
Babygirl needed WAY more, and so she turned to drugs
She kept increasing her doses, her mother thinking she had a small bug.

That small minded banter led to the girls demise
She never even had the time to write a letter so concise
She died right in her bathroom
Her mother laid that young girl in her tomb
Neither mother nor daughter lived happily ever after
I'll just come out and say there's always time for this small minded banter
Because this small minded banter could’ve been the catalyst to save her.