Not so long ago In a land closer than it seems There lived a silly little girl With a pocketful of dreams She was as hated as was loved It didn't matter what she'd done But the one thing that she knew Was that she hurt everyone Too fat and too ugly Too judgmental and a fool She could never just be perfect And society was cruel It carried on for years And nobody could decide Whether this silly little girl Should get to live or die So the leader told his people That something must be done And the poor thing should be dealt with So it couldn't hurt anyone At first there was denial But the number quickly bloated Soon even the voice of mother Left the situation quite outvoted But when asked 'who would do it?' As the people shouted blame Not a single one would volunteer And hung their heads in shame A tiny voice right from the back Suppressed by a nation's shouts Announced that she could do it No longer harbouring any doubts Every single citizen watched As a blade was drawn with care The girl aligned it to the heart To breathe she didn't dare Instantly her dull eyes closed A single push was done Hushed whispers silenced throughout the land Watching her smiling tear drops run When mother found her in the morn Dried tears still on her face She knew with greatest certainty She was not in a better place How hopeless she was lying there With blood on the bedroom floor The only thing to take comfort in They couldn't hurt her anymore Mother watched the coffin Now the girl was quite stone dead Such a pity, society sighed That the land was within her head. Take heed of this done story For the many who ruin themselves Though words might seem so innocent Our worst critics are ourselves so believe in your spirit get it spend it hit it till ypuve hit the limit next minute sizzling cos you're drifting fearless in the abyss and solar system