The tragedy of life is life itself..

How could you think I was oke?
How come you couldn't see my pain?
I ask you now, how come you ignored me?
How come you have become so blind?
How, dear friend, you have let me down..

Can you see the tear from my eye?
You made it run..
You of all people..
Feel fear!!

When the fall is there,
and the woods go bare.
I get a special feeling.
Only the wind touching my hear,
makes me say that autumn is healing.

There's no world
underneeth your surfice.
There's no dark
inside your scull.
There's no deep
behind your pinkness.
You'll need black
to save your soul..

Taken all the black out of the world,
make it into fabric and make of it my clothes.
My words, my thoughts and my soul
are black.
Can't you see?
I'm that fabric..

(Not about me)

I love your love.
I hate your hate.
I see you looking.
It's like a wave..

Chop of his head.
I'll roast him red.
My hate can prove him wrong.
Even when it has been this long.
He's not my father any more.
Wile he once was before..

Death is lonely.
Life is pure.
Inside my head,
there's only war..

I'm a little dead girl.
I'm a ghost.
I'm not alone.
Let us make an army.
Let us rule the world.
Where Gothic Lolita.
Killed in silence.
Black soul full of hunger.
Hunger for revenge for those,
who made us what we are..