I Am

I am a Beautiful Tragedy

of a Living Dead Girl

I will be Sending The Pain Below

with my Poker Face ever so quietly

This Little Lover's So Polite and

More Human Than Human beings should be

yet still one of the Famous Monsters in the New Divide.

Using 21 Guns won't kill me

and neither with a 45

Give me a Second Chance to prove I'm  a Lady So Devine

Not Psychosocial or Brackish

Some say I'm Born To Die but others Beg To Differ

Lost In The Crowd I'm Burning Bright

If You Only Knew however, I am a walking, breathing

Sweet Tooth Cyanide Suicide Spookshow Baby

I Set My Friends On Fire with my Misery Business

and the Ignorance of others will Blow Me Away

and not be the Death Of Me

I will not be Cold or stuck in Jars somewhere

just Taking Back Every Word That I Said

and wearing Lip Gloss And Black

I'll forever be the Black Sheep in this world

I promise I won't Fight For All The Wrong Reasons

I'll just be a Black Star watching out for the Shadows With Hair

and Dropping Plates with 10,000 Fists

Because I'm Indestructible!