when the night comes down i lock all the doors and take your wardrobe out of my closet i stand by the mirror and put the make up on this must be the way she would've looked like
my green wig is now your silky hair two halves of a melon are now your breasts the devil reigns in hell and on his lap you fell but still i can experience your presence
sister i never had you but every night i see you looking back at me from the other side
is it the life that you did not get this pretty thing needs a chance to live so i'll take a gun and put it to my head you'll be the last thing that i see