Twisting, turning, here I lie.
I have no hope, no more tears to cry.
Shrinking, dying, in the blink of an eye.
My face is wet, sticky with tears.
Underground for so long, my future soon clears.
Will anyone miss me after all of these years?
So, what lies ahead of all of this horrible stuff?
My life and my death has all been rough.
All I wanted to know is who killed my dad!
Little did I know I’d end up this sad.
Trying to find out my history’s not a crime!
All I know is I messed up this time.