The stories they have 発言しました were true
There was once a young girl like me and you
That loved to read Edgar Allen Poe
How her ハート, 心 felt 読書 his tales of woe
She lived in the 1800's
Rebellious, young and dark
She wanted to be a young Joan of Arc
As she ran away to see Poe
Virginia to Boston, a long long rode
As her parents were waiting for her at her humble abode
Then, she felt disbelief when she heard
The madness of Edgar Allen Poe
People disapproved of him
Trying to ruin her long strange trip
But she still goes on saying
She longs to hear his tales of murder, 愛 and woe
One 日 she stumbled to a home
Very old and ruined
She walked inside and saw
Darkness and the stench of strong liquor
The heard a man cursing to himself
As she saw him dressed in black 書く in candle light
Drugged and drunk as can be
She thinks this cannot be the famous Edgar Allen Poe
She asks him of his stories
He speaks so oddly, she cannot understand his muttering
His depression goes on and on
As she backs up against the wall
Frightened at the sight
She wishes for less candle light
So she could be blinded from the monster filled with woe
The drunken and drugged Edgar Allen Poe
She ran back home,heart racing with each beat
As Edgar passed out, feeling defeat
All of the stories of murder 愛 and woe
She thought they couldn't have came from this drunken man named Poe
She came back ホーム saddened and ハート, 心 broken
読書 his work and stories
Wondering how such great 書く could come from such monstrosity
The stories she really understood and connected with
The man she saw she had nothing in common with
Sad and heartbroken she still wondered how
All the stories came to be
From a person from a mad drunken stuiper
She wonders how these stories came alive onto the page
There was once a young girl like me and you
That loved to read Edgar Allen Poe
How her ハート, 心 felt 読書 his tales of woe
She lived in the 1800's
Rebellious, young and dark
She wanted to be a young Joan of Arc
As she ran away to see Poe
Virginia to Boston, a long long rode
As her parents were waiting for her at her humble abode
Then, she felt disbelief when she heard
The madness of Edgar Allen Poe
People disapproved of him
Trying to ruin her long strange trip
But she still goes on saying
She longs to hear his tales of murder, 愛 and woe
One 日 she stumbled to a home
Very old and ruined
She walked inside and saw
Darkness and the stench of strong liquor
The heard a man cursing to himself
As she saw him dressed in black 書く in candle light
Drugged and drunk as can be
She thinks this cannot be the famous Edgar Allen Poe
She asks him of his stories
He speaks so oddly, she cannot understand his muttering
His depression goes on and on
As she backs up against the wall
Frightened at the sight
She wishes for less candle light
So she could be blinded from the monster filled with woe
The drunken and drugged Edgar Allen Poe
She ran back home,heart racing with each beat
As Edgar passed out, feeling defeat
All of the stories of murder 愛 and woe
She thought they couldn't have came from this drunken man named Poe
She came back ホーム saddened and ハート, 心 broken
読書 his work and stories
Wondering how such great 書く could come from such monstrosity
The stories she really understood and connected with
The man she saw she had nothing in common with
Sad and heartbroken she still wondered how
All the stories came to be
From a person from a mad drunken stuiper
She wonders how these stories came alive onto the page
