1-15-10 Glocks and Blades

We are the pain girls, three to this day, hurt by men, by b@stards who didnt see it our way, three little girls, who dance with guns and blades, Little blond, green eyes, oh so softly at night she cries, why did she drink so much, still she remembers their love Little tough brunet, wont speak on her past till her death, locks the pain so far away, but the tears still hide inside Little blue eyes, red head, still sometimes shed rather be dead, tries to hide her tears and fears, yet she still sees him everywhere Three little pain girls, who will we hurt back? dancing with guns and knives, losing our sanity in the hurt, and through the tears we laugh, Three little pain girls, dancing with guns and blades, will we cut and shoot ourselves, or them? who will be alive or dead at the end of the day? The three little pain girls, dancing with guns and blades, flowers at our feet, we dance with glocks and blades