Black and green nail polish,
And this pentagram ring,
These things,
They seem to complete me,

So here I sit, blank computer screen mocking me,
Listening to music,
Letting the lyrics submerge me,
In a world where pain, is just make believe,
Oh wouldn't that be lovely?
If everything was happy,
There'd be no war,
Sadness would be a memory,
My dear that would be bliss,

But this world I speak of here and now,
That my dear, is only make believe.