you're lying on the floor
and holding thoughts of ecstasy...
so cute

soon you're going to get out
get rid of a love that hurts you so
existence is no more for you. no more

no more redemptions
no more exceptions
no more forgiveness
no more sick visions
no more dark sadness
no more
clockwork

you're so young sad quiet girl
even the angel fall from sky
for you but you're so beautiful

don’t even try
never give up
don’t force yourself to say goodbye
you're so beautiful to die

you're holding razorbalde
and trying to cut out your veins
so sad
you...
you're trying to forget
that suffocating breath of love
self-pity seems inadeque