Talk:Hey, whats up?/@comment-5598416-20130918233512

Hi. Um, This Is A Song I Wrote, Idk Why I'm PAosting It, But Yeah. I Wrote It In School When I Was Done With My Work. (:

She Whispered Twisted Words, Even In Death.

Her Words Eere Even Stronger, Than Her Final Breath.

She Then Took The Razor, That Broke Apart Her Wings,

And Colored Herself, To Match The Wild Rose That Sings.

Then She'd Always Go Outside, & Listen To The Rain.

It Tells Her Happy Secrets, Just To Dull Her Pain.

The Secrets Are So Loud, Of Course, But Only She Can Hear.

As Soon As She Starts Hearing Rain, It's A Sign Her End Is Near.

Sometimes, when the sun is High, & The Ocean Likes To Wave,

It's Truly Storming Cats & Dogs.

But Only At Her Grave.