I Was Free,

Before We Met,

You All Tore Me Apart,

And One Girl,

Some Bruenette,

I Want To Kill-.

The Rest Smiled,

Like They Knew,

That Someday We Might Kill Together,

But We Only Killed For A While.



How Do I Feel,

Ever Since I Walked Away From Hell,

I Missed Killin' For Real,

Ever Day Of My Life,

How Do I Feel,

Now That It's Over,

For The Thing That I Missed The Most,

Was Torturing You.



It Was Hell,

For Most The While,

Every Place Brought Back A Memory,

Of A Scream,

A Faded Smile,

That One Of Them Gave Me.

Well I Guess,

More And More,

I Start To Like Them

Less And Less,

It's Just Hard To Let The Murdering Go-.



Sometimes

You Get Trapped In A Time Of Your Life

But You Know It's Gets Harder Over Time.



How Do I Feel,

Ever Since I Walked Away From Hell,

I Missed Killing For Real,

Ever Day Of My Life,

How Do I Feel,

Now That It's Over,

For The Thing That I Missed The Most,

Was Torturing You

How Do I Feel?

Ohhhhhhh....

I Hate Yall For Real.....



And The One Thing I Miss The Most,

Is Killing You All.....