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

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