Your Murderer

  I see the tears streem down your face,
with a shake of your head i'm a big disgrace.
As blood pours down your heart like rain,
from me, scars is all you have to gain.

I mine as well take a gun and put it to your head,
leave you lying with words unsaid.
With my laugh i'll tie the rope tighter around your neck,
i'll make you beg and cry, turn your life into a wreck.

Put the gun in my hand, and give me the bullet now,
i'll slay you and hurt you, i'll tare you down.
I'll choose my weapons one by one,
to watch your guts spill by the ton.

I want to laugh, while you scream,
watch in joy as I tare you from every seam.

...I guess for me to be happy, I have to be your murderer.