She was beautiful, amazing, sweet, and Funny. And she was loved. No one would change her for the world. But she'll never know that. And its to late now. The worst part is, they could of saved her. The girl down my street, you took her from them, in the most obseene way. And they'll never find her remains will they? You disposed of them to well, and you'll never tell. And you'll never be found out. And all the other girls who you took before me. You simply carnt help yourself can you. They day she died a black rose grew. The day she died, a white feather fell from heaven, they day you killed me, My street burned red.