!#$& Getting Away With Murder &$#!

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness

I need to calculate

What creates my own madness

And im addicted to your punishment

And you're the master

And I am waiting for disaster.

Another week had past since Freddy went looking for Katie at Summer's. No one could think of any where else she could be so they gave up. It was a hard decision but, everyone thought it was best. So they went on with their lifes and told Mrs. Brown they couldn't do it and that they were really sorry. And she forgave them and told them that she hoped they they could get on with their lives.

I feel irrational so confrontational

To tell the truth I am getting away with murder

It is impossible to never tell the truth

But the reality is im getting away with murder

"So Katie, I gave up. Now I figure. Just killing you Freddy will be so sad he'll need a shoulder to cry on. And that shoulder's gonna be mine." "So your just gonna kill me to get what you want. That's sweet" "Isnt it though and I have it planned perfectly." "Oh yea how?" "Im not telling you." And then Summer walked up to Katie and stabbed her twice in the side and once between each of her ribs. Then she got a gun and shot Katie thrice(three times) in the head and once in the stomach. Then she picked up Katie's dead body and then she called out her window. "Johnny I could use your help now." Johnny was Summer's older brother. He was on the wrestling team and very strong. It was his job (after Summer killed Katie) to bring her to the lake that the kids always went to when they were little. And just dump her body there, after cleaning all fingerprints off of course.

Getting away, getting away, getting away

I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
And I dont need to, because I'm getting away with murder

Summer threw away all the evidence anyone could use to accuse her and ran into her room, turned on her cd player, shut her door, and started singing along to the papa roach song which she thought, fit her very well at the moment.

"I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder
It is impossible to never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder

Getting away, getting away, getting away
Getting away, getting away, getting away
Getting away, getting away, getting away
Murder

Somewhere beyond hapiness and sadness
I need to calculate what creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishments
And I'm your master, and I am craving this disaster

I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder
It is impossible to never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder

Getting away, getting away, getting away

I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder
It is impossible to never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder"