Victoria

This is the story of Victoria, just like a mournin' 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 mournin' dove

(Just like a mournin' dove)

There's no glory in dysphoria, Victoria

(Yeah, Victoria)

At thirteen, 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 mournin' dove (Yeah!)

There's no glory in dysphoria, Victoria (Victoria!)

This is the story of Victoria, just like a mournin' dove

(Just like a mourning dove)

And there's no glory in dysphoria, Victoria

Like a mournin' dove, the story of (Oh-oh-oh)

Like a mournin' dove, the story of (Oh-oh-oh)

Like a mournin' dove, the story of (Oh-oh-oh)

Victoria!