Her ballet shoes have moved to the back of the closet, and her electric guitar to the front.
Black make-up has taken the place of her dolls, and her dolls in the garbage.
Her old teddy bears have been ripped to peices, and her braclets have been replaced by scars.
Her smiles have been replaced by tears, and her love into hate.
What has happened to my beautiful child?
Her once white sheets stained red, what happened to her?
Suicide he said.. My love was too much.