I don't own the lyrics. they belong to Panic! at the Disco

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Well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention- Panic! at the Disco, Time to Dance

Without a sound she hit the floor, dark crimson starting to spread across the fabric of her gown. Anyone would have though she had fainted, but no. There was far too much blood pooling on the faux marble for it to be just a minor loss of conscious. The other guests turned their backs to her, not wanting to meddle. The emblem on the dagger next to her was warning enough, and told them clearly what would happened. A warlord wanted her dead, and dead she was. Who wanted to argue? Certainly not them. After all, the gossip would fly, rumors would be passed around, but then it would end just as quickly as it had first started. her death was nothing but one of the many trees they would pass on the path of life. Just something else for amusement.