she takes the pill, in her head it's real
she cuts her hand, his name all in blood
she take her life, and she leave the hive
no, there's no romeo,no, there's no juliet,
love is dead,
deny your aneroxia, no food for thought
gothic eyes of hers, another one i fear
a pegeant to your name, and the price for fame ?
the needs desire, is the need in dire
no there's no game,no there's no prize,
lust is dust,
gunned with the looks, a prowler on hooks,
levity against gravity, a mutiny against naivity,
pull the string, make him sting,
no, he's no angel,no, he's no worthy,
attraction is physical,
bring me back to a life once real
bring me back to a life once humble
bring me back to a life once a lie
fabrication of the truth ?
or a mere uncertainty
of life heading the downward spiral ?
