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I keep thinking about what you said

Can't get your stupid face out of my head

You keep me awake at night in my bed

You make me wish I was dead



I keep thinking about what you said

Can't get your stupid voice out of my head

And across the hall you lay in bed

You make me wish that you were dead



i keep thinking about what i said

can't get the crazy thought out of my head

get up to watch you sleeping in your bed

you look so peaceful, almost dead



i still remember what they said

it spun around and around inside my head

sometime in the night i left my bed

and i stabbed you, stabbed you dead



twenty five to life is what they said

figured there must be something wrong inside my head

i hope that grave is as comfortable as your bed

yeah,you look so peaceful, now that your dead