I can feel it. Its almost time.
Now, i cant say "i'm just fine"
I'll go home and get my blade.
Soon my smile will begin to fade.
The blood could fill a well.
I can say "oh, i just fell"
Its a colour of delight,
Its just so nice and bright
It will give you fright.
The perfect colour of crimson red.
The blood is all over my bed.
Its even on my pillow,
Maybe i'll be buried under a willow.
While i'm waiting, i sing to myself.
"Twinkle twinkle little freak,
Soon your secret will be leaked.
Up above the clouds will be.
Like an angel flying free.
Twinkle twinkle little freak.
How you are so fucking weak."
