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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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