Jane Warped

I know that people die.
I also know it's inevitable.
I guess I'm lucky. She's lucky.
It's a graceful horror picture show.

Because she's going slowly
Just like a dying rose
I'm supposed to ignore it, I suppose,
But I see it and she knows.

I suppose I'm supposed to lie
Pretend the sickness just won’t last
I'm getting so sick of suppose.
Suppose I walk on broken glass?

All I know is that this ends bad.
No one is going home happy
This time warp is my own warped dream.
She's drowning... No-ones lucky.