For Going Out with you..

I look in the mirror

At the blood drippin down my face

I ask you..oh my gosh what did we do

This is what I get for coming out with you

Murder, what we did

Enemies, never forget

I bust my fist into the mirror

more blood..more blood

I tell u to taste it

MmMm Not half bad

Dont touch me you freak

I just might go mad

I look at the mound

Lying on the floor

I drop to my knees

Stroke its hair

Im sorry, my enemy

I didnt know

His secret plan

Which now has become mine

I dont hate enemies

So what have I done?

I kiss thee on the forehead

And say a pray

Something I havent done

Since Sunday School

I pray for you

Who cant pray anymore

Then I kiss thee again on the nose

I stand up..but I cant feel it

Im falling..

I see your face

As you fall to the ground

Blood running, running

Down your sweet face

What have I done?

What have I done............

What did we do?

This is what I get for going out with you...