In this designer bag I have a one-way ticket to the place where the monsters go
under this expensive make up,
no blood just ice that flows
beneath a stoic exterior lies a girl feeling so low
She looks to the frozen Earth for comfort,
but nothing in the ground can grow
the sun is gone as her heart turns cold
You can see her hurt manifest into anger
when her eyes turn black as crow
she's dangerous when she's alone
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
In this designer bag I have a one-way ticket to the place where the monsters go
under this expensive make up,
no blood just ice that flows
beneath a stoic exterior lies a girl feeling so low
She looks to the frozen Earth for comfort,
but nothing in the ground can grow
the sun is gone as her heart turns cold
You can see her hurt manifest into anger
when her eyes turn black as crow
she's dangerous when she's alone
