In a wet and cold and blackened alleyway
surrounded by bricks and refuse and despair
the spot in the city where the bustle wains
to a dull alcohol induced roar
And all the bad shit and nefarious events occur
I had been paid to put a knife to the neck
of some shy, slutty, sappy she devil who had
been silently sabotaging my rise to power
so I was glad to get her gone
since the rain would wash away the evidence
I couldn’t let her continue to guilt me for years
this was the perfect opportunity for her to get
what was coming a crippling dose of cut throat reality
Nothing like a Barbie or Disney Damsel scene
this deadly exchange in the middle of the night
in the middle of the city in the middle of a rainstorm
Where I cut her face clean off that pretty fluttery mask she wears
Would reveal the deformed scared maladjusted teenager she truly was
Would only leave the new and improved and harder and
meaner and madder and more determined me-
So… in a wet and cold and blackened alleyway
I assassinated the inner me
yet I still guiltily carry a torch for her
Her innocence was her glory
I am still the same heartless hurt child
reflected in every rain covered mirror on the street…

