it s freezing outside now.
it s crowded, it s loud as hell in here.
my mission; to kill her.
yhe incision... it will hurt.
i m staring. stop staring.
she s wearing my favorite shirt.

go for it. before she sees me.
she s got that sweater on.
the leaves like feathers are
falling from the trees,
and I don t want to kiss you anyway.

she s got those eyes that I ve been looking for.
who is that guy that seems to be gaurding her?
he s up in that tier, and the chandelier
is going to fall on her if he takes his eyes off her.
i ve got the shot,
I know I should,
but it s so hard,
you look so good.

go for it. before she kills me.
she s got that sweater on.
confetti feathers are
falling on fake trees.
I don t want to kiss you anyway.

she s stunning in that elegant costume.
i m on her tail I break a sweat I wasn t supposed to have regrets.
i ll pinch him, pinch her, and then run.
i m standing under the tier that he s on.
pull the hammer with my thumb.
the masquerade is scattering,
i m making sure I stay behind her she s the one with wings.
i m catching up, i m getting close,
i m making sure she s dead
from her head down to her toes.

run for it.
if she cries than i m not giving in,
but what if I choke?
what if I don t?
what if my cigarette won t smoke?
what if she says that she s in love with me?

she s got that sweater on,
she stops and turns around,
falling to the ground,
she asks me not to kill her,
i m leaning down to kiss her,
she s asking me to hold her,
how did she pull my trigger???

falling to the ground,
I didn t want to kiss you anyway.

she s running,
i m bleeding,
her costume was tearing,
I finally stop staring.