Die My Pretties

Mary Fucking Mary
once you were so cheery
what happened to the brightness in your eyes
maybe you lost it when you started to cry
the life that once was so full of joy
was lost when you found no use for your toys
started playing with sharp blades
cutting yourself to numb the pain
what happens if you cut too deep
your heart will slowly no longer beat

pretty little people you all must die
let the unpopular be unburdened by life
let us stop hurting
to wish to be
like you lucky little
fucking pretties

if the pretty little people all just died
it would make no difference you still would cry
because its not what your mind establishes you see
but what you tell yourself to be
if you had voices they would only yell
to hard to understand of what they tell
nobody to help because they don't understand
nobody to hold out a helping hand

pretty little people you all must die
let the unpopular no longer cry

what happened to the Mary they all once knew
hidden by the Mary that slowly seeped through

pretty little people you all must die
let the unpopular be unburdened by life
let us stop hurting
to wish to be
like you lucky little
fucking pretties

there's a little girl lonely at heart
her whole worlds been torn apart
all she does is lies about the way she cries
lying there wishing of ways to die
she wonders why her life is shit
as she wishes she could dig a hole and sit
away from the world and start to decay
shes left alone to be at peace again