I see, A smile close to me. A way, Back home. Don't leave me alone. If I can't, Have you then, No one can. I'll make sure. You get what you deserve. "The boy down the street, I think he likes me" But he's mean. Threw a rock, That's not love. "Oh you're silly. Boys just like to be a little rough. That's how I like them." "Rough and tough and caked in mud?" Covered in scars. Thought it went too far. Trudged to that boy's house. Threw a rock, I guess he's gone. "Oh this one girl, she can make my world." "Or turn it upside down?" "Well, goodbye now?" She left me. Broken promises, Left to the vault. Never my fault. Found that girl, She wore pearls, But she had an attitude. Broke my friend's heart. So judge, It was for A good cause. I kept my dearest Joey, Safe from all harm. "But deary, you're only 15. I don't wanna, lock you up." "Then don't." They spew lies, Tell you about how much they despise how much you cry. Oh fit into the norm. They say repeatedly. As I clean the scarlet, Off my kitchen sink. "I'm just unique." Sang it to the birds. They felt like the jury. I like the taste of flesh and bone. So what if I Go run and hide. I don't, Need a I just need a favor. Lend me a hand, Or actually four. I need them for the salad. I make hope, Out of people. Something good, Comes at some costs. If I, Keep my friend safe. And make some more one the way. I'm a chef, In my head. Wanna try the soufliate? Hats off to the cops, Hand up where they can see. The crimson is on the gravel. Oh dang, the soup is cold. I still have to stay a natural. "Let me free" "Stay down." "Let me out! The meat is brown!" They couldn't open the door. So I made some more. Do you like a taste? I made some grilled cheese. The ham inside tastes a little odd, I tried something different. When people aren't up, To my standards. Oh well, they end up. Dead.
