Petite

歌詞

Petite Purposeful like a pillbox Nothing is wrong For nothing does matter Spelling trouble in the clouds And making trouble In the clouds This isn't something your heart Needs to know A world of trouble Falling down as snow You feel worry and you should You forced because you are Where did your love For living go? Recited off of your head stone It was not my wish to be slave What God wants She does Empress of Blood and Murderess of Fools What God wants She does Sweet Petite Resolute as a rainbow What is was and Why it won't be Spelling trouble in the clouds And making trouble In the clouds This isn't something your heart Needs to know A world of trouble coming Down as snow You feel senseless And you should You feel pointless for you are Where did your of this life go? Rubbed it off of your head stone It was not my wish to be slave What God wants She does Duchess of Blood and Murderess of Fools What God wants She does