Watery Grave

Tear trails black run down her face
the smallest thing could make her break
fed up with life and high on hate
she decides to take her life today

She wonders on what she could do
standing beneath a blood-red moon
how could she have loved that fool?
she'd thought maybe he'd loved her too

Well he would never see her cry
he'd be sorry when she died
her heart now numb and cold as ice
broken down by all the lies

Salty waves lapping at her knees
her snow white wrist begins to bleed
standing tall, she does not weep
until out shes carried to the ocean deep