The Death of Me

Pretty little bruises on my neck
Where pretty little fingers tried to bring me death
Pretty little bruises black and blue
Marks given to me by pretty little you

You spoke pretty little words
With pretty little promises
You planted pretty little fantasys in my  head
Who knew that in pretty little time I'd dead

Pretty little lights fill my head
Pretty little dots cover my eyes
Pretty little drops of blood drip from my lips
Pretty little tears run down onto my bed

Fantastic fantasies
Holding hands on the beach
Growing old
Making a family
Fantastic fantasies

In pretty little words you said "Welcom to reality"
With a pretty little knife you pierced my heart
With pretty little ropes you tied me down
With pretty little thought you murdered me

Fantastic fantasies
Holding hands on the beach
Growing old
Making a family
Fantastic fantasies
The death of me