She should have known that she was in trouble
The room is still warm
Her eyes have grown cold
I wonder if even now she'll be talking in her sleep

Without the pain, her cold lips taste sweeter
The blood underneath her
Spells: playing around
Welcome to where a fallen angel hit the ground

Amy
Amy
Amy
Amy

The time has come that I must be leaving
Cannot be seen here
Can still smell the fear
Damn, it almost made me forget exhibit A.

She should have known that she was in trouble
The room has grown cold
The door seems so warm
I hope they bury her under the roses she always loved...

Amy
Amy
Amy
Don't you blame me