Drink up your cyanide

Pretty girl.

Your pain will be no more.

You'll fall asleep,

And die alone.

Another nameless, lipsticked whore

And what does it all mean

I could never tell.

The needle and the bottle,

It makes life serene,

Only to awaken in hell,

To searing pain and broken glass.

Ungrateful bitch,

A piece of ass.

No dollhouse,

Just the back seat of his car.

A momentary rush,

That doesn't leave a scar.

So long, and goodnight,

Queen of Broken Hearts.