Softly spoken tragic portrait takes the long way home
Stumbling past beauty's ash and a spirit that walks alone
I found hell carved in a shell, day dreaming of ending it all
Under her spell so many fell and so many are bound to fall
Softly spoken lies paint the night bright, and I can no longer sleep
Words of wisdom don't mean **** as  her beauty killed the beast
Along a path cover in trash the greatest gift may arise
OR possibly an angel  who's come to mangle your green eyes
Intact with madness, her sadness breaks my heart
In a world so beautiful, our brains can tear us apart