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I see him walking by

he is dress in all red

like a bull I want to be

so I can take his life he holds deep,

I wake up in the morning with my hands blooded

the sheets stained with the blood,

but I also have a cut in my veins,

I think back what happen in the night,

I get flash backs to what had happen this day 14 of February,

I saw him smiling walking around

shooting at peoples then fly away,

I was so mad he hit me bout 3 times,

then he left,

like a drive by he pass

then many people think they in love,

I hate him cause he hits me to many times,

and the effect seems to be the same,

no I wanted with my book bag on,

a revolver in my hand,

ready to strike at moments say,

I am in love and is not cause of you

is cause is for real cause I hear sometimes the words,

and when I do I know them words are true,

but I hear you shoot to kill,

so I wont give you a chance to hit someone

and make them fall for my love

cause I am the only one for her

and hope it will be  that way,

so I take him out before he strikes,

I grasp his by the neck,

I squeeze it tight  take his like!

Cut his arms and legs so he wont fly,

get the revolver and tell him close,

she is mine and no one else,

so you can shoot no one else

cause today is the day you will be dead,

if she changed her mine

is cause she wanted

not cause you shot her to,

so now I know what happen that day,

I murder him,

but he was able to cut me deep his arrows,

I took his life,

and now he has part of my blood,

today the day cupid was murdered,

and it was me, do to love,

I am proud cause we have no one to blame but ourselves