She follow trends
Like they're going out of fashion
She's got no friends
Cos she lacks a lot of passion
She loves her hair
It's got no rhyme or reason
It follows her
Through every single season
And when it rains
She leaves the land of living
She steals a sigh
And gives what she is giving
She cries out loud
My life is unfulfilling
She takes her coat
And dreams about a killing
A killing