My Angel Veronica

This is not going to be easily understood
You have to pay very very
Close attention to the story
And hopefully you'll be able to get
The meaning out of it
That I put into it but if not I'm sorry

Veronica Chappelle was a Kansas city chick
That liked to talk with conviction
And slams of wittiness she liked to
Feel my hands and make sure I paid attention
Always interested in what I had to say
She'd listen
Her father treated her like she was
Just a slave in prison
She loved him very much and wouldn't
Dare to raise against him
I wanted her to let me pay a visit to him
Cause shed come to my house
Enraged and licked with bruises
Wouldn't let me though
He was abusive in her young days
She used to freeze my soul and
Break it with this one phrase
One day were gonna meet at the
Beach and thats the end
This phrase is something I
Could never truly comprehend and didn't try
Didn't have a lot of friends
Just different guys
That like to get her high then strip
Her fly physique and lick her thighs
We met in 8th grade and clicked ever since
Her bus stop was last so I never
Seen her house and never went
A lot of guys tried to fuck
And most of them did
But I never asked for more than a friend
My boys was like she's just
A dumb slut with bare
Legs that wears red and talks
Like a fucking airhead
But she was brilliant though they
Just didn't know that
She never had a clever reply to throw back
She'd just seduce them calmly with
Her beauty always potent
Go to the bar and find a new
Guy to walk back home with
I'd give her a disappointed gaze
But shed creep into my spinal
Column with her little phrase
Which had me steadily in love but
She was heavy into drugs
She'd get high and tell bout
The heaven up above like she knew
Which made her soul so magnificent
On psychedelics or a dosage of lithium
Blotter postage, and ferocious barbiturates
No dope focus and some horse
Pills of mini thins
Lysergic acid had her trembling
French kissing off a double stack
With a heart indented in
She used to watch my back she used to say
Backstabbers are frail so dogs are smart
When they chase their tail
She kept me amazed she kept my soul and made
My life with her phrase
3: 08 am I get a call on my phone
Somethings wrong, I can tell by Jojo's tone
He said Veronica was hit my a train
She committed suicide
I told you that that bitch insane
I hung up the phone with a
Rush of tears in my eyes bloodstream cool
But I was really not surprised
I must have lied in bed for hours
Maybe even days
Thinking bout she probably used to
Play me with that phrase
And talked about she was a
Mermaid with a great soul
Like she was an angel
Like shed grab my life and take control
I'd see her at the beach and it would
It would be good as long as the soul is good
As long as the soul is great
Life is great as well an angel will save me
She's my angel tap me on my shoulder
But when I open my eyes no one is there
Its her