Her music is her life
It keeps her from taking her life with the knife
The notes and beats of all the song's
Seem to take away all her wrong's
It seems the guitars sooth her soul
As the life style seem's to take it's tole
With lyrics of vampires and death
Her friends all seem to be on meth
The stage is her's
The mic's her as she curves
With the bass line beating
Her body is heating
All the worries have gone away
Oh how she's wishing it to stay
She rides on the air of death
Across the stage she swepts
Shell wipe the sweat off of her brow
And her band will play harder now
As men horrase her with howls
Every few step's she get's whipped by towels
The crowd cat calls loudly
She'll strut across the stage proudly
A revealing shirt
The fan's think it's a perk
The music comes to a quiet
Fans go into a quiet riot
As she walks off the stage
She'll walk off in a happy rage.
 
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