I am the corpse of a beautiful bride
Easily charmed when I was alive
My ivory skin gave me suitors to spare
Along with my flowing curtain of hair
A lover has yet to ask to be mine
The love I've lost is so hard to find
For who could want a heart with no beat?
Skin without warmth and eyes that can't weep?
So I sit in my sorrow and find I can cry
For the loss of a love that was all a lie
My heart doesn't beat and yet it shatters
Poor me, Emily, for love never mattered