Her Life

Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes,
I notice the way she thinks about death with a smile,
Curved lips she just can't disguise.
But she thinks its life making her life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more?
Life or...
Death?

She gets on with her life
Down to earth kinda gal
Loves listening to music
watching films in the week
She likes to contemplate life
But when she starts to daydream
Her mind turns straight to death


Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes,
I notice the way she thinks about death with a smile,
Curved lips she just can't disguise.
But she thinks its life making her life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more?
Life or...
Death?

Fire to fly
She can never say goodbye
Her mystery of hello
Mind evil thoughts
She can’t understand why she so lonely
Staying up all night
Thinking she's Dexter
Daydreaming about Hannible Lecter
Shes trying to decide whether to cut or live
Her shameful tears keeping her alive.