«We’re all die!» – he said my friend – the loving psycho

He loves a beautiful woman – in his eyes He’ll going mad because of her – in my eyes

Well, this was days ago …

The girl had left him broke his heart pain was rising against his soul

He’s mad about her don’t understand the «quit!» of her against his love

He’s sitting there sad, hurt and empty like a mangled lemon against his will

He’s thinking about a better tomorrow and prepares the gun against his logic

It’s just a dream … … Sure!

It’s him – my loving psycho

Waiting for her at her home

Waiting for her unexpected end

In rage he’ll gonna kill

In no ordinary way but simple as simple means

Raises the hand target fixed gun points on her head

One shot and a second her blood plays singing in the rain and the ground is painted red

And she realizes what happens … …too late

It was just my loving psycho doing what he must killing that love against his will

And this was how that drama ends …

My friend the loving psycho …better known as my negative