Sylvia Plath

Walkin'...
After dark...
Walkin'...
Through the graveyard.
Laughin'...
when I wasn't scared
And laughin'...
when I was.

And I got feelings for her...
And my feelings get hurt
when I try to act tough.

Here comes the scary part...
I dare you to walk through the woods
make your way towards the grave that's her's
whisper poems of hers
verse by verse
I don't know if i know the words...

But I got a picture of her...
And my feelings get hurt
when they make fun of us.
I don't if you can hear me,
I know my friends are laughin' at me
behind the trees...
Well, you can let 'em laugh Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath...
Is that you?

Walkin'...
After dark...
Walkin'...
Through the graveyeard.
Still laughin'...
When i wasn't scared...
Still, still laughin' when i was.