• It’s her gravestone
    It’s her lie
    They think you become pure
    When you die
    But she knows the truth now
    You don’t go
    To a heaven or hell
    You trapped to a chain
    In your own little cage
    Like the animal you are
    Aren’t we all the same
    She looks in the mirror
    And all she sees is tears
    Behind the makeup
    She’s worn all these years
    She is the gothic angel
    Who sin was her pain
    Loneliness
    Was just game that she played
    Now looking back
    On the life that she lived
    She wished she could get
    One more chance
    To live it again
    She died how she lived
    Cold, lost and alone
    She wished she never
    Would have ran away from home
    Now she stands, at her gravesite
    With this chain on her ankle
    And a knife to her heart