Thank goodness, the bell rang and it is now 2:45. I’m peculiar, many individuals believe. However, I traverse solitarily and engage in conversation with nobody. With a pale tone, I avoid exposure to sunlight. There is nobody present, so I refrain from greeting when I arrive home. I am unconcerned, I ascend the stairs promptly and enter. Upon reaching my room, I climb into bed and patiently await darkness. Because that is when the genuine spectacle commences. The attractive individual taps on the windowpane. It is unfortunate that she passed away, so young and beautiful. But during the night, she visits my room and we converse. She embraces me tightly, she possesses a demonic and bloodied nature. In my bedroom, I am never alone with her. Until the morning arrives, I kiss her chilly lips. Yet she vanishes, her voice lingers and I can still hear it. However, she solely exists within the obscurity of my room.

I can’t ignore you, I love you. I adore you in my room and I’m willing to do anything for you. I love you, tap, tap, the piece of ass that you are.

Doomed, gone, bloody, baby, look. I’m twisted so she doesn’t get scared because my baby covers her head off at the neck like fucking pets, and my mother’s cat jumped up on the covers. We don’t need others, we’re lovers, where we usually just lay there and hold each other. She doesn’t talk much when it gets cold, and she doesn’t talk much when it gets cold, and she doesn’t talk much when it gets cold. At least something’s that ghost I love, but I’m always frontin’ and trying to smile a lot.

If the sun had gone, and if you hate me for any reason, I would come back to the room with a shotgun, and I don’t want you to ignore me. Please don’t come back without a love sick story, and if you want me, I want you.

I can’t ignore you, I love you. I adore you in my room and I’m willing to do anything for you. I love you, tap, tap, the piece of ass that you are.

I am waiting eagerly for my baby to arrive. After finishing my work, I went home covered in blood, feeling accomplished. He violently stabbed his wife, gripping the knife tightly. Without hesitation, he slit his own throat, and then targeted the father. He shot the side of his head, causing his brains to splatter like spaghetti, and discovered the child. I entered their yard by cutting the screen, armed with a shotgun and a knife. If I act, she might come to life. I can only keep them unless I make them. They know our secret, so she can’t come back now. The neighbor’s child spotted her and informed me. Something is wrong with the upset baby. She sometimes slips and tastes bacon-like on her tongue. I start shaking when I kiss her.

I love the room you are in, and I adore you. I can’t ignore anything in my room because I love you.

I waited for four days, three days or two days, and you waited as well (like a donkey tapping on a piece of wood). Always waiting for the tapping sound, I waited for four days, three days or two days, and you did too. I hated this and waited. I created a bloody mess. I waited for four months, three months or two months, just waiting for the tapping sound. I hated this and waited. I created a bloody mess. I waited for four days, three days or two days.

I’m not a crackhead, man. I’m not, I’m just listening. Uh yeah, I created a bloody mess and you’re in my room. I hated this and I waited for Love?! Where is she once in my waiting room, just tapping away? I waited for months, four months, three or two. I loved them! I created a bloody mess and you’re in my room. I hated this and I waited for Love?! Where is she once in my waiting room, just tapping away? I waited for days, four days, three or two. I loved it. I can’t believe I always waited in my waiting room, tapping away for months, four months, three or two. I killed those fucking people who I love. Why isn’t she coming back? I hated this and I waited for a bloody mess to be created. Why isn’t she coming back? Why isn’t she coming? I always waited in my waiting room, tapping away for months, four months, three or two. I killed those fucking people. Why isn’t she coming back? Why isn’t she coming? I always waited in my waiting room, hating this and waiting for a bloody mess to be created. Why isn’t she coming back? Why isn’t she coming? I created a bloody mess and you’re in my room. I hated this and I waited for Love?! Where is she once in my waiting room, just tapping away? I waited for months, four months, three or two. I killed those fucking people.