Why does it matter If I die
Its just suicide
Its just a pretty little noose around my pretty little neck
And a pretty litte crimson river
A pretty little red sliver
From a pretty little piece of pretty broken glass
Its just a pretty little gasp for air
Until I'm gone at last
Why does it really matter
When my pretty little heart is already shattered
When I'm so pretty who would figure
That this pretty little girl could be so damn bitter
No one really saw that pretty little girl
That pretty little precious pearl
They only saw her as that pretty little miss
That child so mistakenly full of bliss
Her pretty little heart was secretly shattered to pieces
Her pretty little broken soul ready to release
After so long her pretty little heart couldn't take anymore pain
She decided to leave her own pretty little crimson stain
She took her razor in her pretty little hand
Soon she'll be in her own pretty little dreamland
It's not like she will be missed
With her pretty little lips never to be kissed
No one cares enough to stop her
No one will remember her after
Besides
It's just a pretty little suicide
