The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair. Curls flying every which-way. The fate too pure to hide, ridges of size. Meant to conceal lover's lies. . Under the arches of moonlight and sky.
The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair. Curls flying every which-way. The fate too pure to hide, bridges of sighs. Meant to conceal lover's lies. . Under the arches of moonlight and sky.
Thank God I'm pretty. The occasional free drink I never asked for. The occasional admission to a seedy little bar. Invitation to a stranger's car. . I'm blessed with the ability to render grown men tongue-tied.
I will swallow if it will help my sea level go down. But I'll come back to haunt you if I drown. I will swallow if it will help my sea level go down. But I'll come back to haunt you if I drown.
She's locked up with a spinning wheel. She can't recall what it was like to feel. She says this room is gonna be my grave. And there is no one who can save me.
Rose, Rose, Rose, Red. Will I ever see thee wed?. I will marry at thy will sir,. At thy will. . A thousand years gone by. Too late to wonder why. I'm here alone.
I'm your Opheliac, I've been so disillusioned. I know you'd take me back but still I feign confusion. I couldn't be your friend, my world was too unstable.
Miss Lucy had some leeches, her leeches liked to suck. And when they drank up all her blood she didn't give a. Funny when the doctors had locked her in her cell.
It's not the time, it's not the place. I'm just another pretty face. So don't come any closer. . You're not the first, you're not the last. How many more? Don't even ask.
Marry me he said through his rotten teeth, bad breath and then. Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd but when. I was in his bed and my father had sold me.
Mad girl. Can you believe. What they've done to you?. Wouldn't they stop. When you asked them to leave you alone?. In all your faerie tales. How did the prince say he loved you?.
I want to hold you to the sun. I want to be your faithful one. I want to show you all the beauty. You don't even know you hold. . I'm hurting you for your own good.
Learning tricks with absent guile. Reeling in your crooked smile. Why did I turn to you?. I wanted a hand to pour my heart into. . And now I bump my grind through another night.
I want my innocence back and if you can't give it to me. I will cut you down and I will run you through. With the dagger you sharpened on my body and soul.
I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head. I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed. Manipulate me if you can. Go on and fool me like your biggest fan.
Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Hollow like my soul. Like my soul.
I heard a story. It's too hard to mention. I heard a thing once. I can't even say. I had a moment. Of doubtful suspension. But it's almost forgotten. It's been pulled away.
How old are you? I'm older than you'll ever be. I've been dead a thousand years and lived only two or three. I don't mind telling you my life was ended by your hand.
God help me, I don't see how I can live this way. And I don't know why he's touching me. Won't you shine in my direction and help me?. Won't you lend me your protection and help me?.
Dead is the new alive. Despair's the new survival, a pointless point of view. Give in, give in, give in, give in. You play the game, you'll never win.