He broke my heart like an old toy,
Karma's going to be a bitch for that silly boy.
Now its time to trade the part,
He really shouldnt have broken my heart.
Shaking hands, trembling lips,
A hesitant smile as the flesh rips.
Gritting teeth, squinting eyes,
I wont hear anymore of his lies.
Tape his mouth, State into his face,
Soon his blood I will taste.
Breath in deep let it out slow,
All my pain he is about to know.
Tie his hands,bind his feet,
Now step back and take a seat.
A scalpel to the nail a needle to the
eye,
Soon he will be begging to die.
Cut off his lids so that he may see,
The blade thats being controlled by me.
Pop off his nails one by one,
Screams of pain for all he's done.
He made the bed in which he must lye,
So slowly I plunge the blade deep inside.
Now he knows I am not a toy,
Cause I cut the heart out of that silly boy.
