Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own this franchise nor any of its characters.
Something Wrong With Me
I think there's something wrong with me. I look different, strange, wrong. I think different, strange, wrong. I made up a friend to take away the pain. I think there's something wrong with him to. I think I was born wrong. I was born a killer. I killed my mother just by breathing my first breath. I feel like I was born to be this wrong. I look in the mirror and think to myself, I'm wrong, wrong, wrong. My purple eyes illuminate the night and my blonde hair falls to obscure my sight. These colors are unnatural, a warning on what was inside of me.
Yes we may be wrong. But what is right if it isn't fun? They deserve the deaths, the lies, the pain. It's what they all deserve! And our eyes are so very pretty when reflecting the red of blood. Our hair is so silky when combed out with bones. We were born to kill, and kill we must. I don't believe in anything else. They may say something's wrong but to us it is the only thing that's right.
