Because She's Dead

She’s done and there, she hangs her head.
The blood starts running off the bed.
You knew it would come even if you’d tried.
It was always there…but then she died.
And now you’re sad? You think she’s wrong?
She knew you’d do this! She didn’t belong!
Maybe if you didn’t laugh and tease
You wouldn’t be here on your knees.
She would be alive, not in the ground.
And even if you knew, you didn’t make a sound.
All she wanted was a friend! You couldn’t give her that?
Too busy with your popularity to stop calling her fat.
She starved herself for your respect
And NOW is when you choose to reflect?
This thing you strive for…popularity…
It strips you of all your sensitivity.
Maybe if one of you had stepped up to the plate
And told her once, “Hey, you look great.”
You wouldn’t be here right now!
She wouldn’t be in the ground!
But it’s too late for that isn’t it?
It’s too late for you to recommit.
Because she’s dead.