A Conversation About My Deah

I have a confession officer

The key to your murder case;

I know you've been working on it for years

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You've done a great job sir

I'm sorry for the unslept nights and days

I hope this coffee helps

There's some things I'd like to clear

But can you please move the light from my face?

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First, you've made some mistakes

You've searched for her body while it was always there

You've mistaken the physical as lost and her soul as a force that prevails

And you were wrong about the date of death

Isn't this such a peculiar case?

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You see, it would happen over and over again

I'm sorry, sir, I truly can't recall all the days

I remember that cruel summer night

I slashed her wrists and left her in a park

You know, just to bleed out there

She woke up, but I hadn't failed

Because, sir, I killed a part of her that day

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I tried another murder method

The one I've been interested in years

I tried the snowy mountains

Sure the avalanche awaits

I'm just waiting officer, until she's buried

Screaming for breath

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I'm sure soon enough you'll find

More evidence to support my claims

Just check her coat pockets sir

There's nothing but misery there

Alongside my name

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This is my confession officer

And it is not nice

I'm sure you're surprised

The most unusual suspect, who would have thought?

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Oh sir, you need to help me please

I am begging you to lock me up

Cuff my hands, tie me to a metal bed

Officer, you need to save me from my freedom

If not, I will keep killing her

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