it's almost 2 AM
I'm in bed
and I can't sleep
I've been thinking about that guy
who called me earlier
he's crying
and as much as I want to comfort him
I don't know how
he just lost his lover
who died from an accident
she was hit by a car
and the driver got away
Now its 3 AM
he said he needed me
so I went to his place
and now I'm here
watching him bawling
he looks so desperate
telling me how much he loved her
as if she'll come back to life
if he'll tell me about her
It's four in the morning
I went back home again
and yet I'm still awake
I faced my reflection in the mirror
and I saw her face behind me
I'm not even startled
for I expected this to happen
she's covered with blood
looking at me with pure rage
"killing me wont make him love you"
with a devious grin she said
"I never said I'll make him love me anyway, It was you I'm inlove with, Alexandra"
I replied as I stabbed my heart with a knife
