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Katie was too young, too young to die,
and every night I pray, and say, "Dear God, why?"
Won't you let me go back in time, and take back what I said?
then maybe if I didn't, Katie wouldn't be dead!
All the kids at school, made fun of poor little Katie,
the poor little child, will never live to be a lady.
Katie would go to school each day, with a tear in her eye,
the she would come home each day, and cry and cry and cry.
She wasn't like all the other kids 'round here,
she couldn't walk, couldn't talk, couldn't see, and could barely hear,
"What's wrong with your legs?", the kids would say,
"What are you a freak accident? Just Get away".
The voices would haunt her, they'd echo in her head,
they'd sometimes even say, "Katie, you'd be better off dead!"
Katie had no friends, they made fun of her here and there,
they'd whisper about poor Katie, and as the tears fell from her soft little cheeks, she would sit and listen from her wheelchair.
"Maybe they're right, I WOULD be better off dead",
and that's when she took, the gun to her head.
No one would know, how much it hurt this poor girl,
she was so kind, so humble, such a sweet little pearl.
The voices echo, a tear starts to fall,
and she thinks of more reasons to end it all.
The voices keep echoing, as she scribbles out her good-byes,
when more tears start to fall, from her poor little eyes
She seals the letter and places it on her chest,
and on the front, is written, "Sorry that I was such a pest."
She pulls the trigger and ends her life,
she puts an end, to the pain, and the strife.
All Katie wanted, was one friend, thats all,
and now her blood is splattered all over the wall.
Why didn't I stick up for her? Why didn't I care?
I could've saved her, but instead, I'd just stare.
It's all our fault, that she's gone today,
it's all our fault, that she went away.
Just cuz someone's different, isn't a reason to not get to know them,
don't let them be like Katie, care for them, and show them.
Katie, a poor little girl, in need of a friend, could have been saved,
but now she lays, deep, in her grave...
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