Snow White Syndrome

She's called Snow White, she walks in a distorted light,
She's a tragedy Queen, she's so obscure it's obscene.

You'd never know what's like to be me,
You'd never know the horrors that I've seen,
You'd never know of how I'm diseased,
You'd never know how hard it is to be imaginary.

It's a syndrome, she'll pull out your heart and lungs,
She does it for fun, she dreams new nightmares for everyone,
It's so well rehearsed it's hard for me to begin to believe.

Oh Snow White, my beloved and darling,
I have come to deflower and to kill,
But what of our love? I lied for it.

She's special, handle her with care,
She's a glass cannon so be aware,
Left her in a million tiny pieces,
Sprinkled flakes of snow over her eyes,
Sweet dreams, Snow White.