He made me smile.

He made me smile.

So this was something had to do,

when i knew it was you,

Who stopped him smiling.


You went out that night.

. . .Wearing a short skirt,

even though you were bound,

You never seem to care. . .

. . . All i wanted to do,

was see if you hurt to.

. . . The minutes turned to hours,

Sitting in your room,

But i knew it was worth it.

. . .Because you didn't keep a diary

 You screamed when you saw me sitting on your bed,
 
            That Gun in my hand?

  No i've never intended to Shoot you.

   Just Keep you there,
 
             To answer my questions.

  I stood by the door,

    And held up the gun.

 I breathed in,
   
     While you choked out,

  An unbreatheable sigh.

'Did you ever even Love him?' my throat asked,

   you pleaded and said who?

     Even though you knew exactly.

  I could tell,
 
     The way your eyes wouldn't meet mine.

  You said Yes,

   and that i'd never understand the pain you went through

                   Pain?

    I kicked you in the stomach,

   You didn't even know,

        The beginning of pain.

   You sank to the floor,
           and sobbed

  'Why!?! why are you doing this to me?'

     You made me want to kill you.

  'Why are YOU doing this to ME!?!' i cried back.

         . . . You never really loved,

                 But still,

           You've haunted me to this day.

      your eyes meet mine this time
             
           as you sat there doubled up,

             you found the strength to growl,

                 'I loved him and that's it'

      I'll never know why,
             But i turned that gun around,
                  and faced it.
 
            And that trigger,
              I pulled it.

    The next day
             
        The headline read my name.

   Remember that Kurt/Kennedy ending?

    The one i'd never get?

              . . . .It was mine.

        That night i killed,

                two birds, with one stone.