It's a long and sorrowful tale. It's the story of my heart for sale.
The story entails a lonely boy, who uses girls as his toy.
He finds a girl, clean and new one, then rips her apart till she's all done.
Into pieces with the saw, he bends the girl like a straw.
Bends and breaks to the point of dying, and blocks his ears to the sound of her crying.
He tried to keep her hidden away, but it tortures him every day.
The tear stains still on the glass, time falling in an hour glass.
Time is up, he's done with her, now he sets up his next lure.
This is my tale, from beginning to end, I'm starting to notice a scary trend.