Excess
She hated her life
Made the wrong decision
Now shes rid of strife
Rid of all the derision
She took her life
But what caused her decision?
We forced the strife
We forced the derision
She wanted to live the way she enjoyed
This ridicule and suffering is what we employed
We called her a whore, we called her a ****
If you delved into her life she was anything but
This rose has wilted under the immense stress
Who the hell were we to cause this, this excess
Our excess of hatred and ridicule did bring
The end of her life, shes riding on wings
I don't think this act I can forget
My mind has wandered, I constantly fret
We caused her pain, we brought her death
Now I think I'll breathe my last breath
For her
For what we were
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