Ingrid is now in the urn,
I never had thought that I would turn,
It was done out of fear,
She still feels very near,
Its my fault she's in the urn.
She first was a psycho bitch,
At first she had hid she's an ice witch,
Pulled me into the street,
Was a horrific feat,
Now I know she's not a bitch.
Sisters she had said we were,
Was as if we had shared blood to her,
Us three all shared a skill,
She wanted us to kill,
Three of us sisters we were.
Should I have trusted my aunt?
With the lies she said I feel I can't,
She first wanted me dead,
Then wanted love she said,
I should have trusted my aunt.
I had thought she hated me,
The fear from her was all I could see,
She did not let me speak,
She had looked very weak,
Now I know that she loved me.