Hey little sister what have you done
'What did I do? What did I do?'
He came smiling like an eel ready to shock me, grinning like a wild beast flashy and white ready to rip me up, rip me up.
Face off between lovers missing the taste of lips and cheap wine that stings on the way down.
One that once was good, crooked smile and all, the other one a bad girl murder on her tongue now a good little girl with superman on her side.
"What did I do? What did I do?"
He was there, smile on his lips and blood on his face.
With one little breath he laughed, laughed at the humor in this, he was the bad guy, he was the villain and now he was nothing.
Hey little sister who's the only one
The only one that seemed to care, that put out a hand when I took one little step at a time over the line between good and evil trying not to break into a million pieces.
His fingers soft, and hands cooling the evil right out of me till all I was, was sunshine and puppy dogs and no longer blood and villains.
Blowing kisses across the line, one blood red and one sunshine yellow with a little bit of sky blue for all the tears that came and went.
Step by step, side by side he went, holding on to something tainted and bad till it was pure and smiling.
Hey little sister who's your superman
The beginning of the smiling was prefect; he was my superman without the tights.
His arms came around me and we flew away when the earth started to crack open again letting out all the evil with smirking faces, we just flew away waving goodbye.
Hey little sister who's the one you want
He's the knight in shining armor, a tiny crooked smile on his lips as he swoops me up, up and away from everyone and everything.
Peter-boy, the tragic hero with one hand in the sky and the other holding on to mine, keeping the monsters at bay and leaving me with a smile that's true.
Hey little sister shot gun."
Smiles turn to screams, love to hate and everything is terror living deep in our souls.
I wanted to save him, swoop him up, up and away but all I do is stand, stand and face him.
It hurts; he cuts deep into my heart and skin, letting my blood run, free with a smile.
He's not him anymore, eyes that burn into me with an evil smirk to bring me down, leaving me with a rage empty and hollow.
No little crooked smile, no eyes that always say 'I love you; I love you now and forever.'
Now, he is not him and I am not me, standing outside my body sucking in the sorrow and making it rage with a gun ready to take aim.
He's gone with a smile by one little bullet that buries deep in his skull with a thud, the only words I can say come out in sobs 'I loved you, I loved you but now I hate you.'