(please don't go psycho, or think I am psycho, and don't commit suicide, just cause this girl didn't know what she wanted.)
Murder
She wrote murder with her fist,
She wrote murder with her knife,
She wrote murder with her love,
She wrote murder with her life.
She was born to be free,
But she needed some help some way,
Before she could just be free
She wanted everything to seem,
So real, To bleed.
She couldn't love she couldn't speak,
She needed to be free,
Single and flying,
but she wanted it to be real,
She wanted to bleed.
She wrote murder with her fist,
She wrote murder with her knife,
She wrote murder with her love,
She wrote murder with her life.
She loved to love,
She hated to love
She was just born to be free,
She wanted so bad a family,
But she'd just love to be free.
She always hated to be free,
So she wanted to feel real,
She wanted to bleed,
Deep down she wanted to be real,
Deep down she wanted to bleed.
She wrote murder with her fist,
She wrote murder with her knife,
She wrote murder with her love,
She wrote murder with her life.
(She just wanted to be real, she just wanted to bleed)
She wrote murder with her fist,
She wrote murder with her knife,
She wrote murder with her love,
She wrote murder with her life.
-Joseph Eckstrom
