Waste
10-31-2008, 05:32 PM
I: Little Miss perfect.
She’s suffocating,
She’s loosing
Kiss her quick
She’s rotting away.
She needs you
She’s waiting
She’s crying
She needs to breath freely again
Little miss perfect can I…?
Little miss always right.
Little miss I don’t give a shit now
Little miss ‘done up too fucking tight.’
She’s suffocating,
She’s loosing
Kiss her quick
She’s rotting away.
Little miss put on a show.
Little miss keep it hidden
Little miss, please let go
You’re holding yourself way too tight.
Tears rolling down her cheeks, now
A secret that she’ll never tell, now
Her scars are on the inside
She’s bleeding on the inside
Little miss perfect can I…?
Little miss always right.
Little miss I don’t give a shit now
Little miss ‘done up too fucking tight.’
There’s blood around her lips now,
There’s too much shit for her now.
Little miss perfect is now
Trying to get away
Tears rolling down her cheeks
A secret that she’s written down
She is showing her true scars
The truth can be seen bleeding from her eyes.
Little miss perfect is out now.
She’s little miss ‘I don’t give a shit’
Her true colours shining through now.
Little miss is spiralling into an even bigger pit.
II: Little miss High
She’s high now
She smiles now
She needs to
come down now
In the morning
she feels like shit
In the evening she takes more
because of it.
She’s high now
She flies now
She’s soaring
She’s whoring
Her life is full of
Sex and drugs
Rock and roll
And sex and smoke
And alcohol.
She’s high now
She smiles now
She needs to
come down now
Little miss ‘don’t do that’
Little miss ‘be home by eight’
Little miss ‘listen to your mother’
Little miss will be dead soon if she carries on at this rate.
She knows this
Her secret
that's why she does it
Because it hurts everyone else as well.
But does she care?
She don’t fucking care.
Does anyone care?
Not anymore.
She’s taking them down with her
Along with the sex and
The drugs and
The alcohol.
Little miss ‘don’t do that’
Little miss ‘be home by eight’
Little miss ‘listen to your mother’
Little miss will be dead soon if she carries on at this rate.
III: Little miss.
Story of her life
Everyone goes up
She comes down
Way too far down
No more money,
Means no more drugs
No more friends
They’ve turned into thugs.
She didn’t want this.
She didn’t need the pain
Not then not now
She’s walking in the rain
It’s hiding the tears
They role down her cheeks
Hiding her secret.
She’s been screaming for weeks.
She’s suffocating
She’s loosing
Little miss perfect
Knows where it’s going
Kiss her quick
She’s going
She’s fading
She’s trying to get away
Unstable, she bleeds freely
Attempts to hide the sorrow
They find her on her bedroom floor
There is no tomorrow
Little miss perfect can I…?
Little miss always right.
Little miss I don’t give a shit now
Little miss ‘done up too fucking tight.’
She’s suffocating,
She’s loosing
Kiss her quick
She’s rotting away.
She needs you
She’s waiting
She’s crying
She needs to breath freely again
Little miss perfect can I…?
Little miss always right.
Little miss I don’t give a shit now
Little miss ‘done up too fucking tight.’
She’s suffocating,
She’s loosing
Kiss her quick
She’s rotting away.
Little miss put on a show.
Little miss keep it hidden
Little miss, please let go
You’re holding yourself way too tight.
Tears rolling down her cheeks, now
A secret that she’ll never tell, now
Her scars are on the inside
She’s bleeding on the inside
Little miss perfect can I…?
Little miss always right.
Little miss I don’t give a shit now
Little miss ‘done up too fucking tight.’
There’s blood around her lips now,
There’s too much shit for her now.
Little miss perfect is now
Trying to get away
Tears rolling down her cheeks
A secret that she’s written down
She is showing her true scars
The truth can be seen bleeding from her eyes.
Little miss perfect is out now.
She’s little miss ‘I don’t give a shit’
Her true colours shining through now.
Little miss is spiralling into an even bigger pit.
II: Little miss High
She’s high now
She smiles now
She needs to
come down now
In the morning
she feels like shit
In the evening she takes more
because of it.
She’s high now
She flies now
She’s soaring
She’s whoring
Her life is full of
Sex and drugs
Rock and roll
And sex and smoke
And alcohol.
She’s high now
She smiles now
She needs to
come down now
Little miss ‘don’t do that’
Little miss ‘be home by eight’
Little miss ‘listen to your mother’
Little miss will be dead soon if she carries on at this rate.
She knows this
Her secret
that's why she does it
Because it hurts everyone else as well.
But does she care?
She don’t fucking care.
Does anyone care?
Not anymore.
She’s taking them down with her
Along with the sex and
The drugs and
The alcohol.
Little miss ‘don’t do that’
Little miss ‘be home by eight’
Little miss ‘listen to your mother’
Little miss will be dead soon if she carries on at this rate.
III: Little miss.
Story of her life
Everyone goes up
She comes down
Way too far down
No more money,
Means no more drugs
No more friends
They’ve turned into thugs.
She didn’t want this.
She didn’t need the pain
Not then not now
She’s walking in the rain
It’s hiding the tears
They role down her cheeks
Hiding her secret.
She’s been screaming for weeks.
She’s suffocating
She’s loosing
Little miss perfect
Knows where it’s going
Kiss her quick
She’s going
She’s fading
She’s trying to get away
Unstable, she bleeds freely
Attempts to hide the sorrow
They find her on her bedroom floor
There is no tomorrow
Little miss perfect can I…?
Little miss always right.
Little miss I don’t give a shit now
Little miss ‘done up too fucking tight.’