2006-02-01

See how beautiful you are
Maybe life would work if life meant something
If those high heels were meant to start a riot
and not as a mean to attract secret stares
If those full lips didn't speak of sexual desires
but whispered promises of a better life or of magic hidden behind white velvet curtains
see how beautiful you are
drug-widened eyes gin-stained dress and blood on your face
you're not the fairy princess, the voice in the dark
You're a scream in the void, you're wasted you're torn
see how fucking beautiful you are
break the glass and climb out of your coffin
see how fucking dead you are