pretty little stupid girlnpretty little cupid facencrowded like her mother's pearlsnlonely like her grandma's lacennThis feels like another worldnAnd she's just another daynThis feels like another world nNo reason for the music playednnnTold me she was clean todaynDo the math?nI know how she likes to playnSylvia PlathnnLove is over romantasizednIt's the red stuff in your eyesnIt's every tear she criesnit is suicidennAnd no one would ever knownHow inside she could of shinednAs much she may try to glownThere is darkness in her spinennTold me she was clean todaynDo the math?nI know how she likes to playnSylvia PlathnnLove is over romantasizednIt's the red stuff in your eyesnIt's every tear she criesnit is suicidenLove is suicidenLove is suiciden