Oh no, she's crying another blood-kissed tear, And a mirror glazed knife is in her back. Her bliss is so disposable, Music box wires unwind her hidden fears. She'll make her glitter-filled prayers, Unheard wishes for an eternal friend, She'll get lost in the shadowed see through of your mind. It's just too bad she always ends up dead in the end. Her plastic, molten butterflies have all flown away, Her spiderweb stitches have come undone, She's going to have another lonely Valentines day, And there's no more dead stars to wish upon. She'll make her glitter-filled prayers, Unheard wishes for an eternal friend, She'll get lost in the shadowed see through of your mind. It's just too bad she always ends up dead in the end. She's cut out like paper hearts from the sky, And her unwanton wrists are gashed, She'll scrape away your happy glow like a firefly's And in the final seconds you hear her whisper "Do you feel alive now?" She'll make her glitter-filled prayers, Unheard wishes for an eternal friend, She'll get lost in the shadowed see through of your mind. It's just too bad she always ends up dead in the end. ©2003 Amy Snead