I called her monday on the phone
To tell her change was needed and
To say the least she wasn't down
I tried to shove her out the door
She took a swing at me then hit the floor
Upon the blade that she had hid
Behind her back. such a wild attack
Just like her to turn an accident to tragedy
I went and shut off both the phones
I turned off all the lights inside my tiny room
I sat and listened to her bleed
But not out of malice, simply out of shock
I guess i must've been asleep
The sound of falling silverware destroyed my peace
I found her slipping across the floor
A red, sticky demon with a mouth still a' screamin'
A meat tenderizer to the head, and now she's down
Consequences are an adult facet of life
Little sweetie grew up quickly
By the blade of her own knife
Composição: Blitzkid
