Murder She Wrote
Oh geeze
Somebody please
Can you help me now
Put down this gown
Of the woman who lay there
Half dead, half asleep
So much blood gone so fast
The cut had went too deep
Into her throat and into her heart
Ripping her skin slowly apart
The blood spilling out
The knife gutting out
Pieces and chunks of skin
I can't even begin to pout
Or cry, or shed a single tear
This woman she is no dear one
But a lifeless piece of tin
And yet again, I slowly begin
No remorse
This murder I wrote
Somebody please
Can you help me now
Put down this gown
Of the woman who lay there
Half dead, half asleep
So much blood gone so fast
The cut had went too deep
Into her throat and into her heart
Ripping her skin slowly apart
The blood spilling out
The knife gutting out
Pieces and chunks of skin
I can't even begin to pout
Or cry, or shed a single tear
This woman she is no dear one
But a lifeless piece of tin
And yet again, I slowly begin
No remorse
This murder I wrote
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