Six Feet Under

They went looking for her
She left them a map
Which led them to the
Graveyard
Footsteps were echoing
And the fog started to rise
But they kept on walking
The map said to look for
Yellow roses
They walked up to a tombstone
And found her hanging behind it
From the old oak tree
The body of their daughter
They never found out why
The father filled with anger
The mother starts to cry
The grave had been digged
Right before she went
They buried her
Six Feet Under
Her blood drips from her wrists
As she hangs efrom that tree
Her mother screams
And her father yells
But nobody else knew, it was me.