Deep within her soul,
Is all dark and cold.
Empty smile she plasters,
Little by little she falters.

Inside her cabinet,
Is not a doll set.
A gun she brought out,
Her mind not filled with a doubt.

She ordered a bouquet of roses,
For her own private funeral.
Guess who's invited?
The demons on her mind.

A gun loaded,
Mind empty.
Roses wilted,
It's such a party.

Goodbye...
I'll die
You won't see me
Tonight