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When darkness falls I wait for her to sleep

and into her bedroom I quietly creep

pull my knife from my sheath

and over her bed, I am to weep.

  

Raise my knife above my head

I think of the life, we could have lead

all the words that were said

and the hate, I ever so dread.

  

Then my hands lower towards her bed

and her sheets turn a bloody red.

  

She sits up, her face filled with fright

as screams of agony run through the night

She didn't put up much of a fight

but it doesn't matter, now everything's alright.

  

And now its over, it's all said and done

Oh, I remember when it used to be fun

But in the distance raises the sun

The sirens sound, and off I run.