She was so clever for her age as a kid She took pride in everything she ever said and did She was born as an angel Ticked every box in the list How could someone so beautiful end up like this?
She was bought up in an everyday council estate Had friends and family who were never too far away Even as a kid she'd sometimes loose her temper And if attentions being given Guaranteed she's in the centre
School was a struggle Result of her behaviour Excluded for the fights The same a few days later 'Cause when she got angry, she'd flip, see red Your too pretty for the violence her mum always said
She has high aspirations She was chasing the dream Until her first conviction at the age of fourteen She nearly killed a girl just for looking the wrong way Smashed her head so hard against the ground She was unconscious for days
Passers by stop to witness the torture While she stamped on the head of a policeman's daughter No remorse, for the course, of a Magistrates court If was everybody else's fault of course
What you doin' with your night? Your too young to ruin your life What you doin' with your life? Your too young to die tonight
After that things began to slip out of grip And her grades were failing but she didn't give a She was top dog at school And all the girls were scared And when she walked through the corridor all the boys stared
She craved to be wanted, she didn't care how She wanted everything including this guy Ben she liked now He was 19, liked fighting, and smoking the green He was a dreamer, had a beamer She thought he was a dream
She got his number, Are you ok? Text back, Chelsea Price It was Monday they agreed to meet up on Friday night She played it cool The whole week she wondered what to wear She planned her jewellery, her make-up Her shoes and her hair
The days went so slow, her school was so boring But before she knew it, it was already Friday morning She was nervous and scared, but in a good way She has no idea that this was no ordinary day When she walked down the stairs, it was seven o'clock He was coming at eight, she had to iron her top Seven forty five came and she looked gorgeous Rapunzel let out too early from the fortress
What you doin' with your night? Your too young to ruin your life What you doin' with your life? Your too young to die tonight
She gets in the car, says hi, they drive off They head to a car park, where he can skin up She gets into conversation, nods and smiles And she feels so happy and not even shy
A girl pulls up, she see's Ben and screams He puts the car in gear and gets ready to leave This girl gets out of the car and stands in front She screams, that's my boyfriend, get out you little
Chelsea turns to Ben who just shrugs She don't believe her She's never been scared and she's not today either She puts her hand on the door and gets out to fight She's angry now this bitch has just ruined her night
The two girls clash, hair pulling, fists flying Chelsea see's blood gushing The other steps back crying Chelsea grins as she thinks she's won Then she looks at Ben's face who's completely stunned
Then. there's a pain in the middle of her stomach The bloods on her t-shirt The other girl starts running Chelsea heart starts pumping, panic sets in more As she looks down at the pool of blood And there's a knife on the floor
What you doin' with your night? Your too young to ruin your life What you doin' with your life? Your too young to die tonight
She hears tight screeches, she's losing too much blood Ben's cars gone, he's got a boot full of drugs She lies there, eyes wide open, facing the sky Thoughts fly out of her mind as she questions why
Her last movements are the tears she's crying She thinks about her family as she lies there dying She's alone on her own because of the violence Can't hear people or friends or help or sirens She whispers I'm sorry, there's no one on the way As she returns to an angel, And her soul slips away
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