A girl her name was Hill

a deathroll mystery

she had no friends they say

they all tired of (play)



At first they were amused

she played it such a fool

but soon it tired thin

her friends they saw right through



At first she acted higher

a good friend's hard to find

but then she was a lier

crumble in the hind



So then she was alone

and not a soul to lie

she started up a hill

and thought that she could fly



At first she acted higher

a good friend's hard to find

but then she was a lier

crumble in the hind



If she starts to think

I wonder why I am

she smacks her hands in her head

and story's told again



And if she starts to think

I wonder why I am

she smacks her hands in her head

and story's told again



Now she wonders why

floating in the sky

watching all her friends

laugh until they cry



At first she acter higher

a good friend's hard to find

but then she was a lier

crumble in the hind



If she starts to think

I wonder why I am

she smacks her hands in head

and story's told again



And if she starts to think

I wonder why I am

she smacks her hands in head

and story's told again