Pretty little stupid girl
Pretty little cupid face
Crowded like her mother's pearls

Lonely like her grandma's lace

This feels like another world

And she's just another day
This feels like another world
No reason for the music played


Told me she was clean today
Do the math?

I know how she likes to play
Sylvia Plath


Love is over romanticized
It's the red stuff in your eyes
It's every tear she cries

It is suicide

And no one would ever know

How inside she could of shined
As much she may try to glow
There is darkness in her spine


Told me she was clean today
Do the math?

I know how she likes to play
Sylvia Plath


Love is over romanticized
It's the red stuff in your eyes
It's every tear she cries

It is suicide
Love is suicide
Love is suicide