musical mayhem

all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby digs your grave,
Another life she couldn't save.
Dancing in the moonlight grace,
A pretty tear upon her face.

Eleanor Rigby tops up her lipstick
And realizes that she looks scarily sick.
She does up her corset and curls her thin hair
But she'll still die with a cold, blank stare.

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i don't remember writing this i may have been drunk/high but idk i kinda like it