Purple

Lyrics

Have you ever done this before? I don't know, have you? I want to with you Sweet sweet pain Like a thundercloud but tears are rain Full fists slapping, thudding banging And wanting not to be weak with woe Empty hands, she's on the floor On the floor she SLAMS her empty hands Like thunder it rings in her ears Slapping thunder splashing in the puddles of her tears Lungs heaving from the crashing dying dreaming That was ripped from her heart while BEATING And dropped all red and sloppy here On this clean tile floor Now there is a hole inside Where the ghosts and demons hide Whispering white wilting words of woe Hungry ugly crunchy things Horrible nasty perverted Things In her head her mother whispers Spreading like a whore Weeping wilted pile heaving Weeping wilted pile heaving Weeping wilted pile heaving Weeping wilted pile heaving Weak with tears and dead from dreaming She wanted to be wanted And wanting nothing more She wanted to be dead