The emptiness is all consuming
But broken hearts are known to be the cause of death looming
Maybe that is the fate of our kind
The ones lost in the rumours of our mind
Shameless, the pretty things in this world
They would never stop and let their hearts unfurl
Beautifully pitiful the greatest rejoice in life
Poor, solitary love, their only choice- the knife
Shattered ashes are the only remains
And through that fire, solely, this girl feels the pain
Burning into her soul, the words now bloodied and sore
Even while they screech that I'm no one anymore
Their accepted hatred of my words foreshadows my demise
Because everyone loves a pretty girl with ugly lies.
