IRC-Galleria

She tries to make me someone else instead
and she hides another hand-grenade under my bed.
You make me feel myself someone else, but I've got my own will,
my own will to live. If you give me a chance, this time I'll go for the kill.

I am disturbed soul, I am the murdered ragdoll
who whispers at the end of your bed at night.
She wants me to step outside from my closet,
she grabs my dirty hand and pulls me closer.

"Oh, my sweet Susan
where's the kiss I've been waiting for?
Oh, my sweet Susan
when did I say I liked it?

Each moment here without you is like lying dead.
Oh, my sweet Susan, get out of my head!"

Write me a poem about the beauty and the beast
and apologize me for letting me run and then pulling my leash.
I'll watch you from the shadows while you sleep
from the shadows to see you face to face I creep.

I am disturbed soul, I am the murdered ragdoll
who whispers at the end of your bed at night.
You want me to step outside from my closet,
you grab my dirty hand and pull me closer.

"Oh, my sweet Susan
where's the kiss I've been waiting for?
Oh, my sweet Susan
when did I say I liked it?

Each moment here without you is like lying dead.
Oh, my sweet Susan, get out of my head!"

Pull me closer, pull me closer to your body.
This time I won't unleash the hate, my honey.