• Remember that girl you shot in the head?
    Well she really isn't dead.
    She lives on,
    But her life is gone.

    She'll live in your guilt.
    On that wall of shame you built.
    It's as she wanted,
    You're truly haunted.

    She'll rot in the ground,
    You think without sound.
    The life you took,
    Made you the hook.

    She in the head,
    Living on guilt,
    In the ground
    Forever.

    Maybe she's dead,
    On that wall you built
    Making no sound
    Forever.