Not another day of all the suffering and pain I was just a little boy ever so naive. Amy was my best friend i never wanted to hurt her. I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder. On the playground i chase her down the slide. I chase her cross the monkey bars and she would run and hide. Jinglin and tumblin, I push her off the sled Amy accidently hit her head. Dumblin inside my brain, down came the wade. Amy isnt answering, who would get the blame? Amy isnt laughing, Amy isnt crying. Amy isnt really breathing, God i think shes dying. Suddenly the air is cold i must get her inside. Even though she died, Amy has to hide. Nobody must ever know that i made Amy sick. Lock her up forever in the attic.
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die. Thinking if its really true than how come i am telling you. And if i really meant to do it, should i be a victim to? Should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no.
Mr. Piser I think you should come up here. Amys in the attic and my brains gone ecstatic.
Everyday i suffer but 11 years have passed. How long will this keep and the nightmares last. Sitting in my living room another strange feeling. I think im hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling. Looking in my mirror the image isnt clear I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear and than i awake at the blink of an eye Voices form the attic yelling "WHY"!! What if Amy wasnt dead living in the box. Banging on the walls, rattleing the locks. Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth. And when theres nothing left she feeds off her self. Why do i think in Amy this way? She once was a lovely girl running out to play. Maybe its all a dream insane fanatic. Maybe theres no Amy in the attic after all.
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die. Thinking if its really true than how come i am telling you. And if i really meant to do it, should i be a victim to? Should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no!
Mr. Piser i think you should come up here. Amys in the attic and my brains gone ecstatic.
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die. Thinking if its really true than how come i am telling you. And if i really meant to do it, should i be a victim to? Should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no!
Amy isnt Dead...
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic. Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic. Should i pull the trigger, will this break the chains. That keeps Amy locked in my brain. No, I must be starting to pray that i wont. I pray its just a figment, too see this carry on to long. Amy isnt dead, i never knew an Amy. I was just a boy, how can you blame me. Maybe thats ok, but shes tapping at the walls. I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall. Slowly coming towards me, her arms are spreading wide. Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside. Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling. Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling. Landing on my head, im a phyco-sick ive finally had it. Amy know im coming to the attic.
Maybe its is best to die, thinking did she really die. Thinking if its really true than how come i am telling you. And if i really ment to do it, should i be a victim to? should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, yes!
Mr. Piser I think you should come up here. Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic.
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die. Thinking if its really true than how come i am telling you. And if i really ment to do it, should i be a victim to? should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no!