The sound of a ripping heart enough to drive anyone insane.
The sound of a war cry coming from the girl in pain.
Oh poor soul I say as I watch her squirm on the ground.
Oh poor sou I think when I listen to the echoing sound.

Silence washes over her and I, as she looks up into my eyes.
I touch her as she smiles and cooes at my little white lies.
I tell her I love her and she can only believe me.
I see her as if for the first time, her skin tan and creamy.

Hmm, how it feels to love another lifts up your soul.
Ahh, but how it feels to rip the bond begins to fill that hole.
Pretty girl don't run away I promise not to hurt you.
Sad if only pretty girl knew, my lies are not a virtue.