She says she was 19 when they murdered her
I see them, the murderers, everyday
They seem so nice,
They don't appear to be the dark souls with a mysterious aura as the writers describe
No one will ever believe that they murdered her
And we both knew it very well
She says they used to be her friends
Even though there were times when she felt almost dead around them
She says she's jealous of me, because,
She says she knows that my friends won't kill me
You may ask why does she haunt me, instead of the people who killed her
What do I have to do with this?
Maybe she knows,
She knows my secret
She knows,
I WAS THE ONE WHO HELPED THEM KILL HER.









