All the Little Dead Girls by Shannon Smith

Every little dead girl
Wants something more
Than what she has.
Every little dead girl
Wishes she had more to her life
Than what she had.
Every little dead girl
Wanted something more
But every little dead girl
Was such a bitchy whore.
Never had enough to live for,
Only had enough to quit.
Took everything for granted,
Made everyone a twit.
From the razors to the natural cause,
Nobody ever paused.
Some paused too often,
Some too early,
And some too late.
The ones that died too often
Never got to pick their coffin.
The ones that died too early
Had too much emotion
So their world went twirly.
But the ones that died too late
Almost had enough to say.
If only they had the chance,
They'd all come back for one last dance.
The dance for all the little dead girls.