This is a story,
not meant for you to be sorry.
So if you want to
you can go.

There was this preppy,
not sure if she was happy.
Short,
she would pout.
We decided to call her short,
and slap us she would.
She would say we are stupid.
I thought she was morbid.

The other girl was loud,
boy oh boy she could yell.
Made you feel like we were in hell,
as you can tell.
I feel like I’m in for a kill,
Wanna join and have a thrill?
Afterwards we can hang and just chill.

Weird was the other one,
wanted to threw herself of a bungee.
Not knowing what was below,
asking me if I can see.
I nodded and told her it was safe,
but the truth was I couldn’t see.
I also wanted her dead.

This is the story my friends,
bout the triplets.
The preppy,
the loud,
the weird.
All were meant to be killed,
But guess what?
I had a second thought,
of letting them live.
So they could just be free,
I saw that they were bright.
Filled up to the top with light,
That against them I would not fight.
So I let them live to see daylight,
Told ya not to feel sorry.
That it was a sad story,
Did it make you cry?