Don't you think it's fun..
All dressed up for Christmas, but left alone like hell
Waiting and waiting for someone to see you're still there
I wonder what it would be like, my dead body in this black dress
can't get that I think about this, even when it's Christmas
Suicide in a black dress
at least you'd think I was pretty for once
every heartbeat tells me there's no one to notice
that I'm here, but what if I'd be gone
This is not a warm Christmas feeling, actually
why didn't he came, like he told
I must be not remembered, he
damn.. I think he forgot
Suicide in a black dress
right now that's where I think about
slitting my wrist would make it all end
I think I'm someone you can do without.