She Never Noticed Me

	“Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her….”
	What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me]
	Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually] -
	Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh
	Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but me….
	What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me]
	Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
	What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me]
	Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
	I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip
	And most often
	I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breasts…. ‘
	So soft and gentle…so beautiful…”
	I dream of her….
	Playing out scenes in my mind….
	I dream of her….
	Kissing me gently, caressing….
	I must kill her….
	She doesn’t want me, she’ll die…
	I must kill her….
	She can have no one but me! (Here I come!!)
	Venturing into the street….
	I know where she lives….
	I know where her bedroom is….
	I know everything about her….
	She’ll see-
	I’ll show her
	She’ll see-
	I’ll show her -
	Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open,
	I can see her…
	Legs spread,
	I can hear her moans through the window…. “
	But there’s something wrong,” ….she gazes at a picture of
	Jesus…. Watching her in that room,
	I am in love with her….

	" Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her."
	What to say? she is so beautiful, she' d never want me
	Who is she? she says nothing to no one perpetually
	Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh
	Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but me.
	What to say? she is so beautiful, she' d never want me
	Who is she? she says nothing to no one perpetually
	What to say? she is so beautiful, she' d never want me
	Who is she? she says nothing to no one perpetually
	I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip
	And most often
	I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breasts. '
	So soft and gentle so beautiful"
	I dream of her.
	Playing out scenes in my mind.
	I dream of her.
	Kissing me gently, caressing.
	I must kill her.
	She doesn' t want me, she' ll die
	I must kill her.
	She can have no one but me! Here I come!!
	Venturing into the street.
	I know where she lives.
	I know where her bedroom is.
	I know everything about her.
	She' ll see
	I' ll show her
	She' ll see
	I' ll show her
	Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open,
	I can see her
	Legs spread,
	I can hear her moans through the window. "
	But there' s something wrong," . she gazes at a picture of
	Jesus. Watching her in that room,
	I am in love with her.