Graveyard

She's lost in a haze she can't seem to break

Spinning and twirling with every mistake

She dances alone as the clock strikes twelve

Laughing and singing as if she doesn't care

Waltzing away as the clock strikes one

Singing thats becoming more fun

Vigorously spinning on the top of the razors

Careful enough not to put herself in to much danger

The clock strikes four, and she starts to dread

Exclaiming that she is going to be dead again

Swaying down the shattered glass road

She gets back in her tiny dug out hole

But first she remembers, and lays a white rose by her tomb
reading-this is the girl who just wanted to be swooned

The little girl shuts her coffin lid

Breathing out the one last song she never did