This is the story of a girl
who sits in the dark room,
wondering what's to become of her
Her makeup is smeared
and blood fills her dark heart,
the addiction is slowly sinking in
With bloodshot eyes,
she starts hallucinating
the track marks fading from her arms
She's as white as the snowfall,
and she's clung to the ceiling.

It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor,
guilt straught affliction, now comatose
Emptiness, she feels the room spin,
somebody call a doctor
we need an ambulance

She smiles, this girl she cried so hard
She smiles, this girl she cried so hard

Her lipstick is all we have, is all we have
of what she left behind
her lipstick is all we have, is all we have
of what she left behind

There on the floor highlighted in red lied a girl
Her possession of immortal beauty
brought the sincerect form of irony
to this seemingly tragic display
of lust and love

It was black on black on black
and such a shame she could not resist
keeping the only hint of red
strictly to her fingernails
her fingernails..

It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor,
guilt straught affliction, now comatose
Emptiness, she feels the room spin,
somebody call a doctor
we need an ambulance
we need an ambulance
we need an ambulance...

one last goodbye

she's too far gone and for what