Tape on a smile
hide behind a mask...

She's perfect, she's lovely
it's just what they say...

Sometimes she cries
sometimes she screams...

This is my final goodbye
a bullet for a life...

Her face is made of plastic
body made of stone...

She lies alone on the dampened floor
With broken wings...

He sees in her eyes
the love that she has lost(too bad she can't see...

Broken ballet slippers
stained in blood...

Ordinary days
dark nights in may...

Her dress is as black as her teary eyes
her wrists as red as the rose she holds...

She bleeds such beautiful blood
the drugs don't work anymore...

Spin her round and round
whisper her name in her ear...