Shadows

by Angel Of Music   Jan 11, 2006


What the hell do you want from me?
For me to come with you?
I'm freaking tired you watching me,
Why don't I start stalking you,
I'll follow you every freaking day,
Hold your hand a freaking nerd,
I'll read every single note,
I'll hear every single word,
And just when you think I've gone away,
I'll come right back again,
No matter where you go, I'll always stay,
In your bathroom or in your den,
I'll do everything you've done to me,
I'll make you want to die,
I'll make you regret being born,
I'll make you go home and cry,
Better watch what you say, Better watch your back,
Better check up on your mom when you step on a crack,
I don't know who you are, don't know what you want,
But I hate the way that you tease and you taunt,
You took away my love, I know it was you,
I could feel you there, what you were doing too,
You were laughing and pointing and having great fun,
Celebrating yet another job well done,
You cannot be killed, you will never die,
That is the difference between you and I,
Yes, I could end this all,
With such pleasant ease,
I could put some arsenic in a piece of cheese,
Or I could slit my wrists,
Oh yes, that's what I'll do,
I'll just kill myself, that'll show you,
You'll have no one to tease or to fight,
You might go away if I do it just right,
Is it up, then down?
Or right to left,
Or maybe a butcher knife into my chest,
That ought to do it, yes, that just might work,
That's what I'll do you freaking jerk,
Just see what you've caused,
Just see what you've done
No, never mind I'll just use a gun,
I'll put it up to my head and pull this thing back,
Then pull the trigger and hear the CRACK!!

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