Born a rebel, she preferred to be called, "unknown"
5'3 with the personality of a headstone
Her mama dukes and pops left her on the edge
She grew up faster than the time, moved a minute, sped
Her only friend was little red in her head
She seemed to be a lonely ghost in this world of dread
Mentally ill, so of course she was misunderstood
Sort of like a steel engine placed under the hood
No one could fix her when she broke, no one with her, she was solo
She thought of death, didn't wanna live no-mo
Her life was somewhat like a pit in a storm
That dug deep in her existence, becoming a norm
Fully cursed like she was eve, pulling apples off a tree
Who's the cause?, the devil is who she thought it would be
That bastard killed her spirit, will she end up in a casket?
The thought of it is sad beautiful tragic
Sad beautiful tragic (tragic)
She's living in hell that is called real life
Only way to escape is a sacrifice
Sad beautiful tragic (tragic)
Upon a spell was her own story
Farewell will be her only glory
Her biggest battle was fighting demons in her brain
Writing music and recording it would soothe her pain
Attracting misery, the people hated her and her company
When it came to finding love, her heart wasn't lucky
Who she loved, didn't love her, who she trusted, would drug her
By poisoning her mind 'til her mind was buzzed, her
Anxiety would kick in and made her feel sober
She then became a victim to bipolar
Introverted, so she couldn't reach for help on the outside
The fear of rejection would made her nervous and shy
She got sick of what she dealt with, she wanted to die
Though she was scared to die, but prepared not to be alive
She pushed people to the side 'til they vanished
She had to be the biggest loner on the planet
Now, who's the cause?, "satan the evil bastard"
He killed her, end of story
Sad beautiful tragic
Sad beautiful tragic (tragic)
She's living in hell that is called real life
Only way to escape is a sacrifice
Sad beautiful tragic (tragic)
Upon a spell was her own story
Farewell will be her only glory