She wrote a letter with her hand shaking wild "Look at me now! Are you proud of your precious child?" But she knew that her parents weren't the ones to blame It was the world that should bow down its head in shame She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon Just don't think, it'll all be over soon The chair fell down as she took her final breath It's all over, all gone, now she's greeting death Her Mom walks in, she falls down to the floor And now nothing can take back what she just saw The little girl that she raised is just hanging there Her body's pale and her face is violently bare She sees the note and unfolds it with care All she does is stare, "How can this be fair?" She starts reading as the tears roll down her face "I'm sorry Mom but this world is just not my place I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in I've come to realize this world's full of sin There's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race