Little girl, you act so perfect, 
but must you grow up to looking at your mother's wet face 
With cuts and bruises on her waste 
When father won't put down the glass 
And only leaves you in the past 
When your brother won’t look you in the eye 
And the only word he would say was good-bye 
When you cut and paste but not on the computer 
Just to become a lonely shooter 
 
Children are taught that this is love 
But you don’t get it from above 
She was told to kill herself, but little did you know 
She tells herself that every night and not for a show 
She would try so hard not to cry  
To just make the time go by 
 
But when the shots are fired, you don’t blame your self 
You bring flowers to put on a shelf 
You said it was because she wanted attention 
But you felled to mention 
How hard it was for her to live with the pain and suffering  
Of watching her father not care 
And see how her mother cut to feel wanted 
And how her brother wanted to leave her to be haunted 
By the sight of the mess her family has become 
But for some, 
They say she was a looser 
But did they ever learn she was a chooser, 
 
She chose to die 
to make time go by 
because she was told she was not perfect 
And soon would inject the gun to her mouth  
And pull the trigger 
Making the problem even bigger