She sits in a corner, it has become her home, she wonders "why am i still all alone?" she still yearns for her sweet sweet love, that was taken from her, by god, up above, her red rose has turned to black, to the world she has turned her back, she has her razors sharp and ready, she marks the lines still and steady, and watches the blood drip out, and there she goes, out of this world she hates..
