To you, the deception is clear
The time [bad word] to realize your fear
Hating you, as I surmise
Pain of it all isn't worth the prize

Loving you, wasn't worth the pain
But I've really done some stupid things
Meeting you, was a stupid mistake
But right there you were on the make

Loaded with dough
Waiting for me
Though it was cool
Though it was free

I can see things
In a different light
Born too late
To see things right

To you, here's the prize
This gun barrel in-between your eyes
I see you, shake with fear
With those words, I say my dear

Under the covers, under the light
Cover your head with the sheets tonight
No control, the [bad [bad word] out
 [bad word] in my mouth

Hating you is such fun
Shooting darts is just half the fun
Blood is red, skin is white
Is the rope a little bit too tight

I love you, that's the [bad word] 
That's why I am killing you
There is blood on your sheet I
I bet your feel really neat

Loaded with dough
Waiting for me
Though it was cool
Though it was free

I can see things
In a different light
Born too late
To see things right
To you

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