"Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her...."What to say? [she is so beautiful, she'd 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 me....What to say? [she is so beautiful, she'd never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she'd 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 breasts....'So soft and gentle...so beautiful..."I dream of her....Playing out scenes in my mind....
I dream of her....Kissing me gently, caressing....
I must kill her....She doesn't want me, she'll die...
I must kill her....She can have no one but me! (Here I come!!)Venturing into the street....
I know where she lives....
I know where her bedroom is....
I know everything about her....She'll see- I'll show her
She'll see- I'll show her-Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open, I can see her...
Legs spread, I can hear her moans through the window...."But there's something wrong," ....she gazes at a picture of Jesus....
Watching her in that room, I am in love with her....