Have you seen my pretty silver bullet?
As you probably know, I am dead...

If you can overlook all that's wrong with you,
Or distract yourself from all depressing...

I'm sorry for your loss,
For it's I who has the gain...

A secret she knows
to a small room she goes...

The work piled upon me
How hard can it be...

Your constant deceiving
choose, pick, decide please...

I'm sitting here writing
as I look up at his name...

As if a single petal got plucked from a gentle...
her fragile heart was torn out of her chest...

I watched you there
you cried for my help...

I walk into the bathroom
with my pretty white dress...

Is this what Iv'e become
is this how people see me...

Its depressing
its sad...