Little girl stay in your bed,
Little girl escape your head,
Little girl don\'t let them leave,
Little girl don\'t make you bleed,
Little girl please be strong,
Little girl please hold on,
--POW--
She was a little girl,
She was a little weak,
She wished the voices would go to sleep.
She got out of bed,
She put a gun to her head,
--POW--
Her head fell fast,
Her knees went weak,
She hit the ground,
Never made a peep.
Her family woke,
At the sound of the BANG,
instantly they felt such pain.
Three days later,
She was in the ground.
Six foot under the red dirt mound.
Her tombstone was black,
with shiny silver letters,
Her family decided it was now or never.
The black rock read
many many good things,
Among a few,
was the irony of her name.
Angel...