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In the wake of starlit Saturday
Past golden sunlight,
Painted grey,
You walked away and never said, "Good bye."
I tried to scream out loud to you
But the only thing that I could do
Was mouth those four short words:
"I hope you die."
[You ripped my heart out of my chest,
Wrapped it tightly around my wrist.
And finally made me realize that
Fairytales don't exist.]
As I watched you, far behind
My picture with you, to remind
You, I'm the best
You'll never have again.
A piece of me to carry home,
The place you'll spend your time alone,
Wishing things
Were like they were "back then."
Wasted,
While the floor spins round.
Stoned,
And hearing just one sound:
My voice tucked deep inside your drunken head.
Smiling,
As your face turns blue.
While I'm
Wondering
If my wish came true:
That by now you lay there, cold and rotting, dead.
[You ripped my heart out of my chest,
Wrapped it tightly around my wrist.
And made me finally realize that
Fairytales don't exist...]
---
In the wake of starlit Saturday
Past golden sunlight,
Painted grey,
You walked away with murdered fairytales.
Past golden sunlight,
Painted grey,
You walked away and never said, "Good bye."
I tried to scream out loud to you
But the only thing that I could do
Was mouth those four short words:
"I hope you die."
[You ripped my heart out of my chest,
Wrapped it tightly around my wrist.
And finally made me realize that
Fairytales don't exist.]
As I watched you, far behind
My picture with you, to remind
You, I'm the best
You'll never have again.
A piece of me to carry home,
The place you'll spend your time alone,
Wishing things
Were like they were "back then."
Wasted,
While the floor spins round.
Stoned,
And hearing just one sound:
My voice tucked deep inside your drunken head.
Smiling,
As your face turns blue.
While I'm
Wondering
If my wish came true:
That by now you lay there, cold and rotting, dead.
[You ripped my heart out of my chest,
Wrapped it tightly around my wrist.
And made me finally realize that
Fairytales don't exist...]
---
In the wake of starlit Saturday
Past golden sunlight,
Painted grey,
You walked away with murdered fairytales.
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A serial murder?