I was simply sitting in my room, on my bed
when I look over to see a girl,
she had cuts on her wrist, from where they bled.
I didnt even no the girl and I already hated her with my all.
I grabbed her my the neck and through her to the ground.
with my might_ she was crying for me to stop I can recall.
I hated that she has slits in her wrist,
and that the knife and her veins kissed!
I hated her! I needed her to die!
Who was this girl? For a second I was thinking,
"who was this guy?"
But to be man, no... her wrist were to delicate.
I hit her head on the ground! My hand and hers hit!
She was fighting back! Man she was a tough fight!
She and I both put all of our effort_ our might.
Then I finally see this girls face.
Its such a shocker_ such an embrace!
I close my eyes and count,
one
two
three...
Because that was a dream, and the girl was me!
