Her drink half full and her life half empty
She turned rapidly to do what she said
immediately sprawling out on her bed
Negative emotions
overcome the will to live
my lady in red feels she has nothing left to give
She went through pictures of our early love with nostalgic envy
Her record player spun
and she picked up a knife instead of a gun
She wanted to feel: for there was pleasure in pain
When after all these years her emotions betrayed her
and led her insane
The song ended then she took her last sip
No reason to delay
death will surely be a gift
Her life shall not be one missed
no one to love her and no love to give
no one to kiss
i wish she only knew how much this was false
she would be dreadfully missed
years of struggle
she no longer wanted to live
The knife slid deep and she wandered into eternal sleep
Crimson red spread peacefully across her lonely bed
the blood soaked her journal
the last of her thoughts now just as dead as she
no one could read them
not even me
Her soul drifted out
by her choice alone
so never forget how much 3 little words can mean
because that loved one may be your own