I've been given the role on the stage of perfectioin This character's perfect for hiding my depression And i've played the part of a perfect little child And 9-1-1 was the number i dialed Then i heard the voice of a gentle woman say How can i help you this fine lovely day And then i told her of the man dying in my lawn How the sky was turning black like the preceding of dawn I told her of the blood upon my hands Of the brutality in which i beat this man Then i spoke of how he would look me in the eye And how lovingly weak he would cry I laughed when i told of how he hung from my tree Not by a rope but by nails, a total of three As i began to tell another story of his pain I heard a weary cry, whose words were clear and sane I dropped the phone and ran outside as fast as i could I ran to his side and at his feet i stood Those were his first words since i tacked him to the tree I asked him what he said and he whispered that he missed me I screamed and cursed at him and said it wasn't true He calmly spoke and said, "It's alright i still forgive you" I couldn't believe my ears, just the words he was saying Or how he kept looking straight at me and praying Finally i just spit on him and told him he had no use Walking inside i shouted, "i wish i'd just killed you with a noose" My mind told me to sob, but my hearted wanted to scream So i turned and yelled, "i don't need you, you're not what you seem" With his last breath he said, "few may know my love is true Are you walking down my way, are you apart of the few?" My hearted wanted to cry, but all i could do was yell And i turned and screamed, "i wish you'd just go to hell" Then i just walked inside and grabbed the phone from the floor Then said, "this man i killed is not the man i knew before" She finally spoke and asked what had this man done to me I answered, "nothing really, just taught a different philosophy."
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