Post by tehxwonderfulxammy on May 1, 2006 3:58:54 GMT -5
Lay face up in your pool of blood and misery
Staring at the cieling, lifeless eyes reflecting calvary
Your weapon of choice is a small bloody kitchen kinfe
Who would have thought that the princess would end her life?
Run now, boys, your missing your chance
To have your turn with this prom queen without her daily rants
Bondage will do, boys, no need for your slapping
Oh, I forgot what your goal is; setting the course and then mapping
You can't hear her screams over your drunken laughter
Oh the headache ou'll have on the morning after
Can you remember the girl in her chains?
Home-made by your friends, your buddies, your gang?
Who would have thought that the princess would die
Alone in her sadness, no one ever saw her cry
Staring at her casket, eyes brimmed now with tears
She needed your attention when you were her fear
Run now, boys, your missing your chance
To have your turn with this prom queen without her daily rants
Bondage will do, boys, no need for your slapping
Oh, I forgot what your goal is; setting the course and then mapping
You can't hear her screams over your drunken laughter
Oh the headache ou'll have on the morning after
Can you remember the girl in her chains?
Home-made by your friends, your buddies, your gang?
Lower her body now, into the ground
No more crying from her, now, no she can't make a sound
Throw the flowers she needed when she had the knife at her throat
Her blood writing all the words that she never wrote
Staring at the cieling, lifeless eyes reflecting calvary
Your weapon of choice is a small bloody kitchen kinfe
Who would have thought that the princess would end her life?
Run now, boys, your missing your chance
To have your turn with this prom queen without her daily rants
Bondage will do, boys, no need for your slapping
Oh, I forgot what your goal is; setting the course and then mapping
You can't hear her screams over your drunken laughter
Oh the headache ou'll have on the morning after
Can you remember the girl in her chains?
Home-made by your friends, your buddies, your gang?
Who would have thought that the princess would die
Alone in her sadness, no one ever saw her cry
Staring at her casket, eyes brimmed now with tears
She needed your attention when you were her fear
Run now, boys, your missing your chance
To have your turn with this prom queen without her daily rants
Bondage will do, boys, no need for your slapping
Oh, I forgot what your goal is; setting the course and then mapping
You can't hear her screams over your drunken laughter
Oh the headache ou'll have on the morning after
Can you remember the girl in her chains?
Home-made by your friends, your buddies, your gang?
Lower her body now, into the ground
No more crying from her, now, no she can't make a sound
Throw the flowers she needed when she had the knife at her throat
Her blood writing all the words that she never wrote
