This is the story of a girl I used to know.
It must have happened three years ago.
It's about a poor girl long forgotten since she died from an overdose
still see the blood dripping from her nose.
But I tried, I tried to save her, save her life.
Her skin was cold and here eyes were white
and I just sat there wondering why.
They said no one ever knew her name
but I put some flowers on her grave.
She's just a poor girl not forgotten
I still see her in the back on my mind
still see the tears dripping from her eyes.