emilie autumn

Emilie Autumn

If it was an accident
Where are the tears?

If it was a game
Why couldn't I play?

Like the story I heard
A lifetime ago
Where a girl (and this is funny)
Took her life
And what she doesn't know
Is how long it takes for the water to rise
And the breath to stop fighting
And the cold to close her eyes

My reasons to live
Were my reasons to die
But at least they were mine
Now I'm freedom unbound
Cut the laces of life
The pistol
The poison
The noose
Or the knife
I have chosen my instrument
And said no goodbyes
And my frozen pulse quickens
As the black plot thickens

Despair's the new survival

Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win

say goodbye or say forever

What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed fight?
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life

I want my innocence back

Are you suffering?
Show me your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want to see your pain

Do I need you?
Yes and no
Do I want you?
Maybe so
You're getting warm
You're getting warm
You're getting warmer, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Did you plan this all along
Did you care if it was wrong
Who's getting warmer now
That I'm gone

Misery loves company

the Opheliac in me…

But I don’t want to hurt you (hurt you)
Whether I swim or sink
That’s no concern of yours now
How could you possibly think
You had the power to know how to keep me breathing as the water rises up again
Before I slip away

She speaks in third person so that she can forget that she’s me

Studies show intelligent girls are more depressed
Because they know
That the world can lie

And it's raining
And the stars are falling from the sky
And the wind
And the wind I know it's cold
I've been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And it's here
And it's here for I've been told
That I'll die before I'm old
And the wind I know it's cold"

Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life

The world is full of poets
We don't need any more
The world is full of singers
We don't need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don't need any more...

Close your eyes, regret nothing
You're safe with me
I still exist

In destruction we may lose ourselves
But still I will remain