I want to be your perfect girl.
Your angel here on earth.
We were great in the beginning.
But heaven soon turned into Hell.

I thought that you loved me.
I thought that you cared.
For a while I convinced myself that you still did.
I made myself believe it was it my fault.

Then I finally got sick and tired.
I tried to end it that night.
You started screaming.
I started yelling.
Then everything went black.

I woke up two weeks later with you by my side.
That's when I realized your concern was a lie.
You needed something to take out your anger.
So I became your personal punching bag.

You thought no one knew.
You thought I was hiding every single bruise.
In front of certain people I did.
But there were those who knew.

They knew you didn't like them.
Since they weren't like you.
You were rich and they were poor.
Yet they still had more than you.

They knew true friendship.
You knew nothing but greed.
They cared and took care of me.
You were reason they had too.

In that group of friends, I found someone new.
He wasn't as smart, but sure was better than you.
We started as friends and then grew into something more.
I loved him and he loved me.

But then that fateful night came. 
You jumped me in the dark.
Raped me and then killed me.
Now I'm a distant star.

I hope one day you get what you deserve.
You'll rot in Hell and burn.
You're scum and nothing more.
You're going to meet your end tonight.

So just keep walking.
Ignore the footsteps behind you.
Ignore the boy you took me from.
He won't hurt you.
Because he's not alone. 
They won't get you from the front.
Just remember one thing.

Don't look behind you.