Slaughterhouse

God, I feel so tired
I'm not even sure where I am
All I know, is that my hands are tied to something
I want to look back, but my body can't move
I'm too tired to think about what I did last night
The only thing I remember, is a cute girl taking me home
I only remember her face and voice
God, she was so beautiful
Now, my eyes can barely open
The only thing I can see
Are groups of people around me
But, I can hear footsteps
Everyone is quiet
I can hear her beautiful voice
As she stands over me
With a knife in her hand