Bloody Tiaras

Her cold, dead body,
Lies on the floor,
Her shimmering tiara
Has lost it's beauty.
A bullet through her head,
she lays there dead.

No one ever expected,
That this would be her fate,
On the surface she loved herself,
On the inside it darkened to hate.

She was the prom queen,
& her beauty blinded most,
She had her life set before her,
She was known from coast to coast,

No one really knows,
What happened to her and why,
But I'll tell you this,
"Everyone Diserves To Die"

Or that's what ran through her head,
With the barrel against her skull,
She was infront of millions of scared faces,
As she let the trigger go

What a broken beauty queen
That lays there, dead and gone,
Everyone around her cries,
For what she could have done.

They don't care about who she was,
Or who she wanted to be,
She was just another pretty face,
Lost in a cautastrophy,

Who is the one to blame?
Not this dead beauty,
But the ones who never really cared,
The ones that could have saved her from herself.

But No One Really Cared