Emilie Autumn

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear,

What beautiful dresses and hair!

I'm lucky to share his bed,

Especially since I'll soon be dead.

If you like, we could play a game.

Let's pretend that we are the same,

But you will have to look much closer,

Than you do, closer than you do.

I want to hold you to the sun,

I want to be your faithful one,

I want to show you all the beauty

You don't even know you hold.

I'm hurting you

For your own good,

I'd die for you,

You know I would.

I'd give up all my wealth

To buy you back the toy

You never sold.

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday

With a second ending.

When the people are disturbed,

Well they should be disturbed,

Because there's a story

That ought to be heard.

And what if I'm a weeping willow,

Laughing tears upon my pillow?