![Goth Is What You Make It [Five]](/tmp/thumbnails/f3c7c2c5edb29ef87df3c1c4cb92a33e.webp "Goth Is What You Make It [Five]")
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She paints black pictures, her eyes filled
with sorrow than she cries,
The curtain falls.
Raped by her life.
Left alone in these neverending night.
Her restless times.
Sad in these hours,
These moments, she's walking down the hall.
She begins to smile...
She's going wild, oh she had a knife.
She's going wild, she's not satisfied.
Black dressed appearing, a life without feeling.
No thoughts, no love inside.
Despairing and dreaming, amazed by a bitter
taste of joy, her bloody toy.
She cuts again, thens she's leaving
with a trial of blood the hall and
begins to cry.
All she want is to be loved.
Tonight she goes too far.
She's gone without a trace and now
the curtains close again.
She's going so wild.
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