Why do you want to kill me?
What did I do to you
For you to murder me?
For you to want me through?
I hear the rain tap, tap my roof
A soundtrack for my thoughts
About the murder at your hands
And all the damage wrought
By actions took, a hangman's noose
A whetted blade, a bat:
The murder of myself by you
No chance to run it back.
No chance but now to listen to
The tap, tap, rain, tap, tap
About a life that I once had
The one I can't get back.
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