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I walk to class to only see you
the beautiful creature in my notebook that I drew
your eyes are the problem, but I can draw you perfect, head to toe
your eyes has a passion that a siren envies so

I sit behind you and only say hi
for if I say anything else I would cry
the words of love I can't ever share
the things I'd do for you but that I'd never dare

You're crying! That makes me enraged at whoever made you cry
whoever it is, be it man, woman,young, or old they will die
I eavesdrop only to protect your heart, so fragile
your boyfriend is dead unlike a bunny that is agile

wait! you said you'd meet him at the park at eleven
at ten fifty I'll send him to hell, cause he aint going to heaven
I poke you and say "well is he really worth the time"
the words are sour like I licked an unripe lime

why am I doing this is my chance to finaly be with you
you interupt my thought saying "what else can I do?"
I shrug and think nothing as of now
you turn back and cry as I plan to kill that cow

I take my good knife the one I named after you
the color it creates, a great and deep red hue
I put it away till it is time for it to shine
the moment you will forever be mine

I walk to the park and find the douche bag under a tree's shade
and feel the thing that will make him fall next to the tree, the blade
"you Gina's guy" I say to him about ready to snap
"yeah that bitch is mine, what of it?" and off blew the cap

my blade entered his stomach eleven times till he fell
I squat to his rightful level and spit out "see you in hell"
I get up and no one seems to notice. all but one who came from heaven
I look at my watch now bloodied watch, oh look its eleven

she screams and runs to his pittiful dead carcass
I say to her "now we can be together and thats worth a million markkas"
she looks at me and her eyes show not passion, only fear
the look of love is gone, the one I held dear

"He should have died, he hurt you so you cried
all I did was give him back what he gave to you" I lied
she call me a monster, those words hit me down to my knees
but she basicly asked me to do it, with a pretty please

my heart is split into two I lunged at her neck untill she stoped squirming
I put my hand on her still warm wrist, conferming
and I sat there till the ever vigalant poliece finaly arrive
they show up after the party, it's now twelve o' five

they bring me to the confession room and look at me like I'm crazy
I sit there and find out the officer in front of me was Daisy
"why'd you do it?" she said it like it was me she was sick of
I didn't reply right away but as she tried to ask again. I whisper "out of love"

I confessed and was brought to court but won with my sleezy lawer
who was as good as making holes, and just as gross as a sawyer
I go to my room at my house and just hate my now ruined life
and I end it with the still bloody Gina, my most hated knife