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Murder she wrote Depression hurts Murder she wrote She turned to her friends But they made her go mad Murder she wrote She tried to trust But her world fell apart Murder she wrote She picks up a blade Maybe today is the day Murder she wrote No, not the blade Maybe the pills Murder she wrote They found her body It's too late, but is anyone sorry? Police find a note in her room And what does it say?
This is the end of my life I've always hoped I would die Am I gone too soon? I highly doubt But something tells me Don't drink, scream out No. Before I change my mind I'll take these pills And wither in pain No one will miss me By the time you read this, I'll be
