Mirror Mirror On The Wall, Kiss The Girl And Make Her Fall

You've never been to a disco,
and the sun never shines on your rained out parade.
You watch the world go by
while dreaming of better days.
You missed the cracks in the sidewalks,
The way everyone talks,
And praying to the stars.
A crash among hundreds of cars
Will stop your heart beating.
Stare at the mess you made,
The life with which you paid.
Kiss the demons from your goodbyes,
Speak in italics and hide (behind mirrors).
Your mannorisms are deceitful,
Your lies last with distrust.
No one wants their heart crushed,
But you never take pity.
You rome around from city to city,
At nightfall you strike.
Killing helpless victims,
The city weeps for them tonight.
You bring forth disease in such an eerie way,
Oh so subtle yet with a hint of dismay.
Freshly painted graves are the mark of your soul,
They show your true colours and the stories left untold.
The pinks and purples dance in your head,
Leaving shadows on your heart,
And spiders in your bed.
A final release is approaching,
You're holding on for dear life.
Clutching at the corners of the pages,
That have went ignored for ages.
No one cares for you; it's all hallow's eve.
Your spirit will twist and turn while you sleep,
In your bed of sand.
Six feet under with the medicine man.