“You say I'm amazing that I'm perfect, but it seems that what you see is meant to be a secret, From the one who shall believe it most, My murderous past haunts me like a ghost, Lingering over every thought in my head, It whispers in my ear how do you know your not already dead, and I just scream and realize this cant be a dream, cause this has me going mad, since youve gone ive lost the best ive ever had.”
