What They'll Say

By his hands, I died today.

It wasn't my fault,

But that's what not they'll say.

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He's a well mannered guy,

Honest and polite,

He would never tell a lie.

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That's what his parents will say,

The neighbors agree,

And yet, I still died today.

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Her shirt neckline was too low,

Her skirt was too short,

His friends will rowdily crow.

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Even though I died today,

It wasn't his fault.

That's what the town will all say.

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A high school athletic star,

Loved by one and all,

Are they sure it was his car?

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That's what the papers will say,

With records he set.

His future? I died today!

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The police will roll their eyes

While my friends protest

And my poor family cries.

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I died today.

It was my fault.

That's what they'll say.