A lonely girl sits in a room,
Teary eyed as she holds her broom,
She drops the broom to the floor,
Then she walks out of the door,
She murmers things we cannot hear,
As the path she walks draws near,
Her golden hair flies in the air,
She closes her eyes and recites these words,
"Love is gone forever more. No longer knocking at my door.
The love I knew is now no more, when he left me on the floor."
She leans towards the deepened cliff and gently falls away,
All her memories spilled and gone forever amongst her darkened blood,
The love she knew is done and gone beneath that blood red mud,
Heed her story, listen well,
When she died, she went to hell;