I lay here tonight in a dark silent room, feeling only pain and uncontrollable gloom.
Pictures of the blood flash in my head, pictures of you lying on the floor dead.
Never to come back and mess up my life, I smile as I wipe your blood from my knife.
Your darkened red blood spills out on the street, your colden heart stops dead in its beat.
I think back to all the pain and hurt, as I cover your body and spit on the dirt.
From you or your girl I can no longer run, and me killing you was my turn for fun.
Oh how they'll and oh how they'll weep, but I know their sorrow is only skin deep.
As I turn to walk down the cold empty street, I walk to the rhythm your heart use to beat.
I think back to you lying dead on the floor, and smile knowing your heart beats no more.