We all thought she was ok
Untill that very unfaithful day
She went to the store
Oh how she normally thought it was a bore
But on this particular day
She had to get away
She went to the aisle
And got some sleeping meds
And remembered how everyone called her a sped
She went to the bathroom and took three cans
Then she lay on her bed
She slowly got sleepy
And said I’m dead
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