I was free,

Before we met,

You all tore me apart,

And One girl,

Some Bruenette,

I want to kill-.

The rest smiled,

Like they knew,

That someday we might kill together,

But we only killed for a while.



How do I feel,

Ever since I walked away from hell,

I missed killin' for real,

Ever day of my life,

How do I feel,

Now that it's over,

For the thing that I missed the most,

Was torturing you.



It was hell,

For most the while,

Every place brought back a memory,

Of a scream,

A faded smile,

That one of them gave me.

Well I guess,

More and More,

I start to like them

less and less,

It's just hard to let the murdering go-.



Sometimes

You get trapped in a time of your life

But you know it's gets harder over time.



How do I feel,

Ever since I walked away from hell,

I missed killing for real,

Ever day of my life,

How do I feel,

Now that it's over,

For the thing that I missed the most,

Was torturing you

How Do I feel?

Ohhhhhhh....

I hate yall for real.....



And the one thing I miss the most,

Is killing you all.....