Bethan Mary Leadley Sorrow Of The Dead
Deep in the forest, the police found her body
cuts on her arms wanted by nobody
no people gather to reminisce her sin
she was once a fair haired maiden
now with pasty white skin
Her name was honesty but she wasn't honest
called her Hollie, called her that we promised
she was so positive dreamed of better tomorrow
but the gangs and thugs she was with weren't the ones to be followed
she's a ghost now, just a ghost
she's a ghost now, just a ghost
she wanted to be a dancer and her ribs began to show
she regretted eating birthday cake six months ago
desperation unknown but you could see sorrow in her eyes
as the booze she drained down her neck and her life was full of lies
She's a ghost now, just a ghost
she's a ghost now, just a ghost
She screamed at her reflection, threw her brush at the mirror
put a cigarette to her mouth, to see if she could see things any clearer
pulling out her own hair she remembered the tablets in the draw
the doctor told her one day, she couldn't take it anymore
She's a ghost now, just a ghost
She's a ghost now, just a ghost
deep in the forest the press found their story
a talented ballet dancer, didn't find her glory
rushed to be questioned asking what i knew
as the tears rushed down my face
and what i said was true
She was just a girl, she was just a girl
she was just a girl, a scared girl.
