I sit here thinking
About what I'd say to you
If you'd done to my daughter
What you did to me
And all I can say
Is that I'd fucking kill you
I'd blow such a hole in you
That you wouldn't be thinking
About getting your rocks off...
Because you wouldn't
Have them anymore
I swear, if I could go back
As an adult, to the night
You killed my childhood,
I can tell you
With a certainty...
One of us
Wouldn't be making it out
Alive....
But one of us
Already died there
That night
You killed me once
In this lifetime...
Now it's my turn
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