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Gothic

Young girl in summertime.
End of term, so exciting. She wants a sparkle of my world.
Ordinary girl going a little crazy, dressing up, a little fancy, a little freaky
She dared and she feels cool, trying to be this little sparkle of my world.
It has become fashionable.
And the music starts, a heavy sound and she feels like she's in scene
She wants to be cool.
But how far would you go to be one of the cool?
Why don't you go down that road? Go ahead!
Would you follow young girl, you who tried to be a little sparkle of my world?
Would you follow the dark road to the abyss?
Sinking deeper and deeper, descending from the ordinary world.
This is where the real cool people go.
Do you want to be so cool? You would be horrified.
Deeper the road goes, and you leave the ordinary world behind
In a memory that would be too unbearable to remember.
Leaving behind your friends, who did not want to follow
The boyfriend who could not see you hurt yourself anymore the way you do.
And deeper goes the road of extreme, hurt, destruction, decay.
Spaced out narcotic minds dwelling in decaying places
Making money the extreme way too,
Dominating the clubs, from night-clubs to strip clubs,
Ending the night with private pleasures, each of us the actors in this dark, dark play.
Not once because we needed to, but we wanted it,
Love digging our way through the graves of extremities,
Seeing where it would end, we wanted to see the end, the edge of our sanity.
See young girl, if you could look down this hole and see how far you could go,
You would comb you hair down again and wipe that black lipstick from your mouth.

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