Emilie Autumn

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday With a second ending. When the people are disturbed, Well they should be disturbed, Because there's a story That ought to be heard.

And what if I'm a weeping willow, Laughing tears upon my pillow?

If you like, we could play a game. Let's pretend that we are the same, But you will have to look much closer, Than you do, closer than you do.

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear, What beautiful dresses and hair! I'm lucky to share his bed, Especially since I'll soon be dead.

I want to hold you to the sun, I want to be your faithful one, I want to show you all the beauty You don't even know you hold. I'm hurting you For your own good, I'd die for you,…