Silver Bullet

Lay the girl to rest,
to count the stars from below.
Buried six feet down,
that's all she'll now ever know.
And when you were crying yourself to sleep,
she's already put herself to bed.
'Cause when you were putting the bottle to your lips,
she was putting the gun to her head.
Now I can imagine the sight you saw,
when her blood covered the walls,tainted the floors and lastly started to pour out the door.
But imagine the sight she saw,
when her mother would by laid out upon the floor,
with empty bottle surrounding her.
The feeling was clear,
she was living in a world of fear.
Where regret was all around,
Filling up the air like a suffocating cloud.
Until finally,
She bled all the fear out.
Out of her system,
Out of her mind,
Out of her control,
She was finally out of time.
So that's what happened to that beautiful,young girl.
Sadness killed her,
And her mother found her dead on the bathroom floor.