laid back n in need of a purpose in life. |
I will sing to bloody Mary soon
In her mirror of choice...
Cold and stiff, my fingers close around the blade
You pierced my heart, I sliced a vein...
Look away you stupid mirror
Please don't look towards my face...
Always sinking drowning dying
Only hope of life...
Cold concrete to my face
Rough and scouring...
My baby...
... so alone...