You say this...
But do that...

She says that she likes him enough to change...but...

He looked at her...
She looked at him...

She lyes on her bed...
Her pillow wet from her tears...

He loved her...
She loved him...

The slaughtering begins...
followed by the petrifing screms...

Is love the feeling you get when you think of what...

Everyday she smiles at him...
Everyday she looks over at him...