She wrote a song today. A song about a pathetic, sad, little girl. She's crying right now. But she likes the song.
Every emotion she held dear
She gave away, gave in to fear
And shrank even more, day by day
Maybe she doesn’t want to stay
No promise in his eyes
Still no fake behind the lies
An all-over pain of going insane
Maybe, she’ll jump, in front of next train
Watch her reflection, as sanity fades
In her eyes, see how death parades
There is a special store
For people with hearts as sore
They go there and get some pills
Maybe she’ll try it, it kills
Watch her reflection, as sanity fades
In her eyes, see how death parades
Now her hands are always cold
The devil smiled, her soul she sold
Held out her empty hands, as if to strangle
Maybe she’ll try it, maybe she’ll dangle
Every action, she took the blame
Drowning slowly, in her own shame
Some people say, the solution, a knife
Maybe she’ll do it; maybe she’ll take her own life
Watch her reflection, as sanity fades
In her eyes, see how death parades
Death parades, death parades
Death parades, death parades
[whisper] death parades, death parades…
