Actually, Get It Over With

(Ian Edwards)


Blood is your game
It has remained the same
for days.
A special mark is all
you leave on the corpse
I Was Here
I checked the times of departure
Bought my way in and pondered
Life is passing so quickly
and we're nowhere to be found
I am your prey
and I'm not crying
I want to stay
Murder is your sign
but you'll get better
with a little help from me
I left for Old Town Station
Late sleep, train relations
But when I arrived after so long
you had already gone
already gone
This time you've gone too far
A boy says: Get It Over With
You've gone too far
A boy cannot understand