Lay low,
with her broken halo.
These tears for you that she cries at night
when the werewolves and zombies get in a fight and her pumpkin's smashed,
and her heart's slashed.
Does that make you feel bad?
Do you care that you're the reason why she's so sad.
Cassidy had everyhthing she could ever have,
she's had enough,
there she goes,
that's how Cassidy fell to the ground with a broken halo.
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