• Pretty girl is listening
    Her satin dress glistening,
    As the wind and rain
    Wash away her pain.

    No one seen her crying
    Always hid by smiling
    Never showed her weak side
    Stayed on the safe ride

    Now here she lies
    As she cries
    Knife in hand
    Here comes her end

    Knife in hand
    She slices her skin
    The blood splatters
    And her soul soars

    A white satin dress
    Stained with regret
    Tears unable to shed
    Pretty girl is dead