do it, kill her
don’t let her live another day
that smile is fake, those eyes as well
the faint perfume mixed with sweat
her tits are fake
her life is hell
so do it, kill her
steal her mind
her thoughts are lies, her breath uneven
her spoken words just stuttered shit
cut her arms
now she’s bleeding
do it, kill her
she’s fading now
it’s not fun anymore
the crowd is gone
bleachers empty
so kill her, do it
smile at me?
no fucking way, whore
you don’t smile, you bleed
because you’re mine now
and you’ve always been