She's no saint
he says he doesn't mind.
She's told some lies
that he won't buy.
She was caught in a web,
stuck like a fly.
She's filled with regret
but it was all just a bet.
She's crying now
make-up like a clown.
She's a bad bad person
filled with a curse.
She's sorry she lied
he wish she'd die.
She's alone in this world
her body so cold.
She's tired of trying
and through with crying.
She's gonna lay right here
for the next year.
She's not gonna talk
her lips like chalk.
She's got no words to share with the world.
She's dead inside
the voices gone from her mind.
Beautifully broken is how she lies.