Killing Ms. Griffen
It was never meant to happen,
I swear it wasn't we.
My friends didn't kill her,
And I promise it wasn't me.
No I can't explain the blood,
And how it got on our hands.
Maybe it was the janitor,
He has blood on his wristbands.
Anna's has a gun,
But I swear we didn't shoot.
No, I didn't see the bullet hole,
Left in Ms. Griffen's boot.
Yes Timmy has a knife,
But Janet has some rope.
That doesn't mean we're guilty.
Well , at least I hope.
I know you found my finger prints,
All over Ms. Griffen's neck.
But are you sure they're mine,
I need you to re-check.
You said Amy confessed,
She told everything to you?
But are you sure because,
She killed Ms. Griffen too.
YOU ARE READING
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