Love Is Suicide - Katy Rose

Pretty little stupid girl

Pretty little cupid face

Crowded like her mother’s pearls

Lonely like her grandma’s lace

This feels like another world

And she’s just another day

This feels like another world

No reason for the music played

Told me she was clean today

Do the math?

I know how she likes to play

Sylvia Plath

Love is over romanticized

It’s the red stuff in your eyes

It’s every tear she cries

It is suicide

And no one would ever know

How inside she could of shined

As much she may try to glow

There is darkness in her spine

Told me she was clean today

Do the math?

I know how she likes to play

Sylvia Plath

Love is over romanticized

It’s the red stuff in your eyes

It’s every tear she cries

It is suicide

Love is suicide

Love is suicide