I am the boy who wakes up every morning,
Only to see the girl in the mirror mocking him.
Her round face.
All knives thrown at me,
Trying to break my bones.
I am the boy who dreams of death,
Just because of that girl.
She wraps her hands around neck,
Throws me onto the floor.
But as I breath my final breath,
Knowing I finally got,
What I asked for.