This is the story of a girl who sits in the dark room
wondering what's to become of her
Her makeup is smeared and blood fills her dark heart
the addiction is slowly sinking in
With bloodshot eyes, she starts hallucinating
the track marks fading from her arms
She's as white as the snowfall
and she's clung to the ceiling
It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor
guilt straight affliction, now comatose
Emptiness, she feels the room spin
somebody call a doctor, we need an ambulance
She smiles, this girl cried so hard
Her lipstick is all we have, is all we have of what she left behind..
