Pretty little stupid girl   Pretty little cupid face   Crowded like her mother's pearls   Lonely like her grandma's lace      This feels like another world   And she's just another day   This feels like another world   No reason for the music played      Told me she was clean today   Do the math?   I know how she likes to play   Sylvia Plath      Love is over romanticized   It's the red stuff in your eyes   It's every tear she cries   It is suicide      And no one would ever know   How inside she could of shined   As much she may try to glow   There is darkness in her spine      Told me she was clean today   Do the math?   I know how she likes to play   Sylvia Plath      Love is over romanticized   It's the red stuff in your eyes   It's every tear she cries   It is suicide   Love is suicide   Love is suicide