“Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her….” 
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me] 
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually] -
Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh 
Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but me…. 
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me] 
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually] 
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me] 
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually] 
I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip 
And most often 
I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breasts…. ‘
So soft and gentle…so beautiful…” 
I dream of her….
Playing out scenes in my mind…. 
I dream of her….
Kissing me gently, caressing…. 
I must kill her….
She doesn’t want me, she’ll die… 
I must kill her….
She can have no one but me! (Here I come!!) 
Venturing into the street…. 
I know where she lives…. 
I know where her bedroom is…. 
I know everything about her…. 
She’ll see- 
I’ll show her 
She’ll see- 
I’ll show her -
Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open, 
I can see her… 
Legs spread, 
I can hear her moans through the window…. “
But there’s something wrong,” ….she gazes at a picture of 
Jesus…. Watching her in that room, 
I am in love with her….