Her blood drips on the coffee table
Staining the cloth on top
A shame it was an antique
won't be able to find another for less than hundred bucks.
Right, she was bleeding and crying tears of death
and screaming at the top of her lungs
I wish I could scream that loud
seems like it would be quite fun.
Anyways, she had cut for him
for he was all she could want.
I would want him too he was sexy as hell
who wouldn't want him as arm candy to flaunt.
No once came to save her
no one really cared.
Who would I mean she was fucking scary
and had a creepy stare..
Right Anyways, finally with a last few breaths
she faded in the night.
Who cares she was a damn straight ugly bitch
anyone with me? You know I'm right!
Anyways at her funeral I was one of the few who showed
and I cried some tears of fakery to make everyone feel better
I mean I was her boyfriend
and was going to wed her.
That damn bitch was stupid they blamed it all on me
cause she carved my name into her arm
and they blamed it all on her boyfriend
for everyone to see
Its not my fault I didn't love her
she just couldn't get over me
and now that bitch is dead
and bled for all to see
I'm just glad that she is gone
and I no longer have to adore
and now I can date her sister
who is a definite sexy whore