As I walk through the hall,
I see you fall,
A girl helps you up,
And you two trust,
You trust no one is watching,
When I'm secretly stalking.
Two weeks later you two are dating,
Still my heart is racing,
I go to my bathroom,
Away from the classroom,
I get a rope,
And wait for hope.
I decide that's too slow,
For a show,
It is bland,
For a knife in hand.
