They say
They say im a demon
In league with the devil
Because im Goth
They think im evil
Yes I dress myself in sadness
Wearing the colour of deep darkness
Tears of blood streak down my face
Leaving an ashy crimson trail
Symbols of pain
My face powder pain
I can't sleep
At night I cry
I lay awake for hours
Wishing id die
But Im already dead in a way
There's nothing more I wish to say
You blessed be
Do not be damned like me