• woe is me and me is woe
    so to the woodshed I will go
    into my skin the axe will hack
    while tearing away to my final act

    the death that is to come too soon
    the death of me in this room
    the blood will pour onto the floor
    Soon I shall be no more

    there will be tears
    and much fear
    but to me lend an ear
    for my life you will hear

    the saddened tale of a girl
    lost in her own world
    of saddness and blood
    and very little love