A Sad Lonely Girl
Walks to his house
Naive enough to think
That he likes her

She checks her hair, her dress, her cuts
better hide these, she says

A tall, shadowy figure greets her
Its green eyes glitter

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MY KNIFE IS MY FRIEND
IT'S ABLE TO PENETRATE EVEN THE TOUGHEST OF SKIN
IT CUTS THROUGH DEEP TO EXTRACT THE RED
IT MINGLES WITH MY VEINS

THE PLEASURE MY KNIFE GIVES ME
OH, HOW I CRAVE IT SO MUCH
EVERY CUT GETS ME WET WITH BLOOD

DON'T TALK TO ANYONE ELSE
TALK ONLY TO ME

IF YOU LET ME COME OVER
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW SHARP MY KNIVES ARE