A girl to sad to give a fuck,
No one else can make her smile,
She’s sat alone all out of luck,
Her wounds are becoming her own unique style.
Everything’s gone down the drain,
She doesn’t think that life is worth living,
She’s been let down and left alone again,
Can’t see the point of being forgiving.
The cuts have just got deeper,
Blood is flowing quicker,
She’s waiting for the reaper to appear,
As she drinks all the liquor.
Soon it’ll be over and no more being let down,
No more being left alone,
No more being made to feel the clown.
Now she can see her bone.
There’s a knock at the door and she goes to get it,
Knowing who it’s going to be,
She’s only scared a little bit,
What happened next; she never could believe.
The reaper took her in his arms,
And laid a gentle kiss upon her lips,
He whispered in her ear “shhh my dear and be calm”
He laid her down one arm around her shoulder, the other on her hip.
Close your eyes and dream of me,
I will never let you be alone,
You can be who you want to be,
Come with me and sit upon my throne.
She closed her eyes and dreamed of her reaper
She awoke to an arm around her hip,
To a kiss which only got deeper,
Slowly they began to strip.