The Death of Samantha Tracey
The Stage was her life
Her hair always curly
She coldn't take pressure
So her life ended early
To hang was so tempting
But she died with her fans
She crashed to the floor
A knife in her hands
Her hair always curly
She coldn't take pressure
So her life ended early
To hang was so tempting
But she died with her fans
She crashed to the floor
A knife in her hands