So, now she's gone and done something stupid again:
This depressed little Columbine,
Could not keep her Harlequin.
Come, watch her screw up her life once more,
As she's done so often before.

She's not good enough alone to be seen as a friend:
This lonely little woman,
Always doing all she can.
Come, I've got tickets to tonight's show,
We've got seats in the front row.

Look at those painted eyes with tears flowing down,
It's almost as if she was real,
Almost as if she could feel.
Come, lets stare at her being broken by pain,
It's a freakshow, that woman's insane.