Death is her boyfriend She spits on summers and smiles to the night She collects crowns made of black roses But her heart is made of bubble gum
Dark rags and red stars She's the dirty witch of her high school She worships Satan like a father But dreams of a sister like Molly Ringwald
"I'm gonna jump the walls and run I wonder if they'll miss me? I won't miss them. The cemetery is my home I want to be a part of it, Invisible even to the night. Then I'll read poetry to the stones Maybe one day I could be one of them... Wise and silent. Waiting for someone to love me. Waiting for someone to kiss me. I'm fifteen years old And I feel it's already too late to live. Don't you?"