What did I do?
Was it something I said?
How on earth did I make you,
Want her to be dead?
They called out her name,
And she stood on the stage,
Then onto a train,
And they took her away.
Then I saw her on screen,
And she looked oh so pretty,
She waved to the crowed,
And she made them all giddy.
But the next that I saw,
There was blood, there was death,
Then she lay on the ground,
And she took her last breath.
And it was all over,
I knew she was dead,
She came home in a box,
Her cheeks no longer red.
And as she was buried
I wondered, 'Can I move on?'
But nothing really mattered,
Because she was gone.