You did nothing,
But still I cultivate my irritation...

14 years ago.
Six years later...

A beauty you were
Palest skin...

Shot in the chest
But not yet dead...

I'd play with your hair and you'd close your eyes.
You were so cute...

In the beginning there was nothing.
Sitting still in a room made of paper...

Have you seen my pretty silver bullet?
As you probably know, I am dead...

Its been an eternity
I haven't captured your face...

Do you want to play?
You get out the game...

I hate you
the way you smile...

I watched you there
you cried for my help...

Its depressing
its sad...