Beneath the skull of my teenage brain
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Second Hand Murder
She brought her life to an end.
Cause nasty things were said.
Blood so very red.
Bullet in her head.
They teased her and now she's dead.
It's all their fault.
Oh, what nasty things they'd shout.
Because of them her life came to a sudden halt.
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