Oh, please come play with me outside in the summer breeze. We could climb a tree and act like we're three. Please, come play with me. We could catch butterflies or dance in the rain. What else is there to gain from being here with me ...
She is kind in heart, but her soul seems dark. {Yet when you prevail through the darkness} In her mind you'll notice a bright, shinning light. And you will be overwhelmed, with a feeling of Bliss.
It ****** me off, Into a homicidal rage. It ****** me off, Being tricked into a cage. She used to be nice, Treating me as a friend. But now she's a vice, Treating me like a Fein. I want her dead, By my own two hands. Maby that's why, She smells like death...