Once He was happy once, But that was long ago. He was carefree once, How he wished those times would never go. He sang once, Before he slit his throat. He was alive once, Until you hurt him so badly, And he ended up cutting through his throat. He was good looking once, Before he ended up covered in blood. He was dead once, He still is because of what you called him, and drove him to! Sarah-Jane Hunt Copyright ©2003 Sarah-Jane Hunt