Momma, I killed a girl today.
I didn’t expect her to die when I
aimed at her heart and pulled the trigger.
But she didn’t survive
Momma, I killed a girl today. She was no ordinary girl
She was beautiful and strong… but confused.
She thought she had everything figured out when the sun was out
But at night, she was a terrified miserable little shadow.
She hid at night, fighting the shadows of her past and
Run away from the fear of light.
She spent most of her time in regret and lived countless hours counting rejections
So I took her life…
Momma, I killed her, and I’m not sure I’m sorry about it.
She acted strong and was relentless
but she was an image of self-pity behind close doors.
A pale poor peasant that pleaded with bitterness to leave her be.
She was whoever she wanted to be in the open…
But she didn’t even know she was.
Yet, she wore her masks and wore them well.
Momma, I killed a girl, but I’m no murderer.
She was in desperate need of redemption.
So I gave it to her. I took her life… and gave it away
And she’s in a better place now.
She thanked me when I put an end to her misery.
She said I had given new life.
Momma, I killed a girl.
I realized that she needed to die if
she wanted to live so I gave her a gift
Now, she’s in a place.
She knows who she is,
She knows what she wants and
she knows where she’s going.
She can live now, and live her life abundantly.
Momma. I killed a girl today.
She was me.