I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm DEAD,
but holy crow, I'm still standing
and shaping this life into some
type of masterpiece, I still think
about destroying, ribbon and lace,
what a dead, fucking disgrace, and
she always wore a gloomy smile,

that seemed, to disguise her face,
misunderstood, misinterpreted,
fuck her, she was forgotten,

or so we heard, that's what
she believed, we think,
she wanted that as an
excuse, sir, an
excuse to take
her own life.