Deadly little mess, halls filled with dread
the young girl still roams here, not knowing she is dead
Pretty little thing, sent here for her twitch
it started after Prom Night, caused by the schools most popular bitch

Quiet and petite, asked to the Prom by the boy
that little miss popular, wanted for her toy
He liked the petite beauty, no games did she play
but little did he know, he would die before the break of day

The bitch was enraged, this boy was taken
asking the little twit out, boy was he mistaken
She waited in the back seat of his car, after the wonderful Prom was through
with her Daddy’s ax in hand, this poor boy was doomed

He was so well mannered, opening her door
kissing her before she sat, pissing off the little whore
He sat and looked into the young girls eyes, his hand on hers he did rest
then down came the rusty ax, right into the young man’s chest

The young girl screamed in terror, as the blood sprayed across the dash
his body knocking the car in drive, and into the gym they did crash
By the time they pulled the young girl out, no words would she speak
they blamed her for the young man’s death, the town calling her a little freak

Within the asylum she did sit, her mind lost in a daze
the more they show her pictures, the more her heart decays
She wouldn’t let them take her rose, had to keep on her dress
her Mommy told her it was pretty, now it’s just a mess

The murderer visited her, with a gift to help her out
it would end her torment, with this she had no doubt
Within her room she sits, blood pouring on the floor
she sliced the vein upon her wrist, and now she is no more