hey baby i see you through your window
you're winding down for the day
and boy, i've got to say
there's something about me you should know
let me knock on your door and break it down
let me pick up your axe and swing it at you
let the police come and tear up this town
the axeman is coming, he's coming for you
hey baby you say that you got a man
well that's okay with me
i'll behead him with glee
it's you i want, you must understand
let me break in your house oh pretty please
and swing for your head until it bleeds
i want you, oh baby, to die for me
it's your soul i want what i need what i need
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I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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