It was April, the sun wasn't out.
People were working, and when they got out, they heard.
It was unfortunate and it was unplanned.
Too simple to misunderstand.
She put signs up in the windows that we passed.
Sure you shot first,
but how did it feel to shoot second?
Tragedies converged
and deaths did collide, on that night.
Cops all around your house,
surrounded by mounds of
reminders that you threw out the window.
Jumpin the gun, they refused and
ignored to your door with
an aouthority to do so.
Oh Cheri, Oh Cheri no more,
I got a tiny little lump in my throat.
It sucked when you opened that door!
had a flaregun and nowhere to go.
You were confused about the things that you hated,
and they said you needed medication,
but everything has failed you
and the stars are falling down.