There was a girl, tall and frail

A skinny stick, and really pale

Bright pink breached her skin

In parallel lines, he counted to ten

      He asked her why and why again

Tears streaming now, because of him

He didnt understand, why she would

Soon enough he understood

      Every night she cried so much

Over the fault of their lust

She wished things were different everyday

She wrote him a note that would say,

      "I'm sorry and I know you love me

But this life just isn't for me

I wish you the best and best again

Trust me when I say, this is all because of them..."