From: Xenta [email protected]
Gothic Girl
you can see her whenever it rains from rome to new orleans
dancing on the graves burden by the heart she loves her sunglasses
after dark and every single day her little life falls apart
she’s out to look so macabre and alone she’s close to hook on her dying
just like a gothic girl lost in the darken world
my lil’ gothic girl darkerside jewel are your razor cuts for real —
baby you can see she’s on her road to ruin stigmata from crucifixion
on her pale white skin tribal pagan art she loves her tattood
egyptian mark and every single day her love will tear us apart