âSitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to herâŚ.â
What to say? [she is so beautiful, sheâd never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
-Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh
Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but meâŚ.
What to say? [she is so beautiful, sheâd never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
What to say? [she is so beautiful, sheâd never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip
And most often I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breastsâŚ.
âSo soft and gentleâŚso beautifulâŚâ
I dream of herâŚ.Playing out scenes in my mindâŚ.
I dream of herâŚ.Kissing me gently, caressingâŚ.
I must kill herâŚ.She doesnât want me, sheâll dieâŚ
I must kill herâŚ.She can have no one but me! (Here I come!!)
Venturing into the streetâŚ.
I know where she livesâŚ.
I know where her bedroom isâŚ.
I know everything about herâŚ.
Sheâll see- Iâll show her
Sheâll see- Iâll show her
-Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open, I can see herâŚ
Legs spread, I can hear her moans through the windowâŚ.
âBut thereâs something wrong,â âŚ.she gazes at a picture of JesusâŚ.
Watching her in that room, I am in love with herâŚ.
