As I rip your skull out through that bullet
hole in your head,
I dream of how it could have been for me and
And while I'm cutting out your spine with a
butter knife I think,
Hey! I could have been with you for the rest
of my life!
But you just loved to hate me and because of
this I killed you.
Why couldn't you have learned to trust me the way I trusted you?
When I shoved that poison filled needle in
your then, still pulsing veins,
I wanted to forgive you but I had forgotten
how to forgive.
And when you had finally stopped screaming
and your body had went limp, I forgave
Because that physical pain that you had felt
was the same pain that I had felt in emotion.