There once was a young girl named Sam
Who loved her fresh pickled ham...

This is about me
I beg this plea...

I don't believe in "god"
I'm on the Atheist squad...

Blood pouring down my neck
But I can't let a speck...

Forced to fight
On this forsaken night...

Its midnight bliss
As she waits for the kiss...

Back to the real me, who doesn't give a damn
Back to the real me, who doesn't really care...

Numbing silence
As I walk through the door...

I calm my anger, by punching pillows
The trees around me vibrant willows...

She's gone
It's to late...

The wind is blowing
I'm glad it's not snowing...

She's always better
I wish I'd never met her...