Silly Little Girl

A mind closed off by the curtains of selfishness
An encore is indebted to you
Wave the deceit of your hand to the mindless crowd
And return to your fortress of solitude

Hold tight to the blade that once shared your pain
Offer the toast of depression
Drink now, the river of blood flows at sings
To your sorrows resurrection

It is your greed that placed you here in this grave
Your want is the key to your poison
My words are the remains of your dying breath
And your tears are the nails to your coffin