She was a child, so happy, so pure. 
Untill the kids at school made her unsure.
She asked and begged but they never told her why.
She became depressed and whished she could die.
She would get nerovus at every little thing. 
She even stopped when the curch asked her to sing.
They thought it was a phase, just a page in her book.
Untill her parents walked in and saw she was a lost fish on
a death hook