uPretty Red Against Virgin White/u

fading

its all turning grey

Color is draining from her face

pretty red against virgin white

blood stained sheets surround

her through the night

who can even say she tried

that she's not just some freak

trying to make herself complete

daddy told her she's a fuck up

mamma didn't give a damn

little girl she always cried, she just did the best she can

they might cry but its all fake

the only ones that were real

were crimson rivers she could feel

swirling patterns trace her arms

lovely carvings mark her pain

across the world she's no different

their souls are dieing its all the same

fading

its all turning grey

Color is draining from her face

pretty red against virgin white

blood stained sheets surround

her through the night