Old Samantha
I remember drinking pop
Down by the River
Where everything was great
We rode bikes and i showed you around
I mean you were new to this old town
Blonde hair and grey eyes you were
You looked like a model and you always wore a Purse
We were only Seven i Wonder Why Someone Would want you dead
You were sam everyone knew you after a while
It hurts me to say that your not here with me
He was a pervert in the area
He loved little girls no matter what avenue
One day , that awful day we had to met him
We walked past His home when He called out "Hey"
You said it would be ok to go see what he wanted
I followed you with Dispair . He snatched you in the house
and i ran before i was . Oh same im so sorry for leaving
you that Day i really Miss you Sam , and by the way Your mom Mrs.Tammy told me to tell
you hey!
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