She smiles to hide the lies
She laughs to hold the tears inside
She is with her friends because she knows
By herself, she's really alone
If by herself the razor will fall
Against the skin of a porceline doll
She feels so fragile and feels so weak
As the tear will fall down her rosey cheek
"Take me away" she cries. "And use me as you will.
For I see no reason for you not to kill."
A flash of silver crosses her face
And now begins deaths lovely race
She sits and wait for darkness to take command
The mark on her skin her own personal brand
A way to show the people around
That Hell's next princess has just been crowned.
There he comes, the devil at last
And with it, her skin, it's final cast.
The blackness takes over, drawing her in
With a smile at the thought of his actual sin.
"I'm sorry, my mother, my father, my friend.
There was no other way to this dreadful end.
Please know, that I love you so
But the feelings you had would never show.
So goodbye my mother, my father, my friend
All the love I have, from Hell I will send.
For now my new life awaits, with flames kissing me
I'll now be careless, and finally pain free."
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