She was a city lawyer,
Beautiful and smart, she was all that the city holds up as prime.
She killed herself.
Her body was found in the trees behind her house, a thick group of trees
Where people go to sniff paint and dump rubbish.
Her body was found by a man involved in the search,
She was in the tree where she took an overdose of some drug.
She was found folded over a branch, her beautiful long blonde hair hanging down like gold
But her skin was turning purple.
They suggested she killed herself
Because some foolish man had ended a relationship with her,
And she was so upset she could see no over way.
But she was so beautiful
Perhaps things were too much for her
Perhaps the pressure was too much
And the bolts came out, letting the cold water flood in. I think she was tired,
And so she ended it all.
I knew a girl once who said
You shouldn’t write about beautiful girls
Because it’s so clichéd; but I’ll write about beautiful girls all I want.
She was beautiful and smart
And she killed herself.