Love Is Suicide

Pretty little stupid girl Pretty little cupid face Crowded like her mother's pearls Lonely like her grandma's lace This feels like another world And she's just another day This feels like another world No reason for the music played Told me she was clean today Do the math? I know how she likes to play Sylvia Plath Love is over romanticized It's the red stuff in your eyes It's every tear she cries It is suicide And no one would ever know How inside she could of shined As much she may try to glow There is darkness in her spine Told me she was clean today Do the math? I know how she likes to play Sylvia Plath Love is over romanticized It's the red stuff in your eyes It's every tear she cries It is suicide Love is suicide Love is suicide