Wishing on a star, up so high
Wishin', wishin', with a sigh
A wish for somethin' that will change my life
Somethin' that doesn't include that knife
It was such a bloody and horrific scene
I took it so hard, for I was just a teen
Mommy and daddy, dead that night
With gashes and slashes oozing blood that glinted in the light
The officer held me as I screamed
All the while, the blood still gleamed
I just couldn't look away from the puddle that was growing
Nor could I look away from my parents, all their insides showing
It was like a horror movie, only so much worse
Why couldn't I just have died with them and ended this curse
I'm just lying here and wonderin' why
Why, why, why, did I not die
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