Pretty Friend - Frente!

there’s a girl I know with a poison rose

she’s gonna bring her

I suppose

ch-everybody's got a pretty friend

the words they buy

the time they spend

goodnight

when her friend’s around

she disappears

amid the broken stems

and tears

it’s a bitter pill

and it’s hard to swallow

she could take the lead

but she never follows

the bed of roses

turns to nails

the best laid plans

always fail