Here in the street I stand alone,
No keys, no wallet, no phone,
rain falling hard in the night,
And not a single human in sight,
But then I look to the distant end,
And see a young girl, my friend,
She runs towards me, crying and sad,
She hugs me tight and looks glad,
I hold her close and hug her tight,
Arms wrapped around a bit too tight,
I can't control it, I squeeze her more,
She pushes away, I squeeze her more,
Tighter and tighter, she screams is pain,
Tighter and tighter, she screams again.
Snap! goes her back and spine,
As it goes she let's out a whine,
She is dead, the girl I love,
spirit flies off like an elegant dove,
Here in my arms I hold her body dead,
Crying and sad, so full of dread,
Her face goes pale, as cold as stone,
Here in the street I stand alone.
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