Dark Cabaret

She lives in a world of dark cabaret where the shadowy things come out to play a combination of two twisted things a nightmare that’s pleasant, an angel without wings Every thing's lifeless, painted black and blue everything is nothing, the nothingness that consumes you still it is beautiful none the less a land of promise without regrets She couldn't care less whether you bleed or break; as long as she’s locked away where she feels safe she couldn't care less whether you wither or die; she’ll look the other way when you start to cry She may be wicked, but she has a good heart she’s just the result of what you get in the dark you couldn’t understand unless you’ve seen it but even if you have, it’s still so hard to believe it And even if you do, it’s impossible to accept it yet still, strangely hard to reject it it’s a sorrowing tale where there is no happy ending she only ever smiles when she is pretending Maybe no one will ever make it out alive but at least she’ll be laughing when she finally dies When the dark cabaret in the end turns loose She will be dangling from a firm tight noose She lives in a world of dark cabaret and her twisted fantasy’s where she will forever stay there’s no need to convince her otherwise; she wishes she could change, but she’s trapped inside She lives in a world of dark cabaret built on nothing but beautiful decay you couldn’t help her no matter how hard you try; it’s better you just leave her to rot and to die