We all know you did it, we all know you lie
The questions are burning—we want to know why
You partied too hard and it melted your brain
But it’s unlikely you’ll be labeled insane
Too bad for you; there was never a Zanny
You totally fabricated a nanny
You never worked at Universal Studios
Mostly you worked at being a ho
You never were girlfriend to Jeffery Hopkins
And very much to your sad chagrin
You were never friends with Juliette Lewis
They were just part of your mental abyss
We will all see if there was really abuse
Any truth behind your self-styled noose
Under layers of Xanax and drugs and sex
Somewhere in there is a cache of facts
Whether we all will ever find out
Make no mistake and leave no doubt
Somewhere in there you remember Caylee
Just tell the truth and honor her memory.
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