Arranging books, wearing my geeky crown,
Wondering if the ceiling ever tried to lay down.
Oh well, my mind and I got so much fame,
I drink dubonnet, glad that like old I ain't same.
For everytime I cringe when I find my plea,
Was looking for sketches and found his tee
Remember how I buried his wounded body
Ah a perfect murder, I shouldn't be sorry.
Don't know why they dine in the candlelight
When one can dance in it with their shadows all night.
Must be a cherry blossom, flee out in the wind,
A limited edition which has further been thinned.
Oh and then my friends call me a creep
But the knife and I just prefer going deep,
So I let those thorns kiss my throat inside my body
Another perfect murder! I'll never say sorry.
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