They desire the blade
And 6 feet under to be laid
They hope for sweet surrender
Not to be a contender
They hold the life
But also a knife
Of this girl about to shatter
With everything the matter
About to go to deep
Trust the angels her life to keep
Now her blood drenched clothes
No one yet knows
She lies on the floor
Her pain will be no more
Her blond hair is now red
And her soul is dead
Will anyone care?
Would they walk in and just stare?
