Victoria

This is the story of Victoria, just like a mourning dove And there's no glory in dysphoria, Victoria She couldn't cope and got a rope when she had lost all hope and didn't know what else to do She wrote a note, an anecdote of her troubles and woes and left it in plain view When her father arrived, letter in hand, he cried, ran out the house to find His little girl took her life This is the story of Victoria, just like a mourning dove (just like a mourning dove) There's no glory in dysphoria, Victoria (yeah, Victoria) At 13, she was unseen by her whole family, feeling discarded and ignored She made a plan and diagrammed of how she would be damned if she had taken any more She cannot condone living a life disowned and constantly alone Leaving pain and strife, retribution like she did it out of spite The little girl took her life This is the story of Victoria, just like a mourning dove (yeah!) There's no glory in dysphoria, Victoria (Victoria!) This is the story of Victoria, just like a morning dove (just like a morning dove) And there's no glory in dysphoria, Victoria Like a morning dove, the story of Like a morning dove, the story of Like a morning dove, the story of Victoria