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

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

It's a funeral for the damned
screaming voices from the grave...

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her broken eyes are crying...

Torn apart and bandaged at will
fragile wings, cracked then filled...

Broken ballet slippers
stained in blood...

She's slipping away
drowning in pieces...

Skin like porcelain
with demon eyes...

Ordinary days
dark nights in may...

I wrote the perfect love song
with words I've meant to say...

Twilight comes
you're still not home...

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