Alexander showed them
With the gun in his hand
The hate in his eyes
Reflecting across her blood as it ran
They said he was worthless
A mistake, a horrible sight
Thats all they would say
Coming home drunk late every night
Then doing his deed
He heard her cry, beg, and scream
It made the memories flash back
Like a tormenting dream
Filling his heart even deeper with hate
Now watching this innocent girl lay dead at his feet
He feels the hate turn to pain
Then Alexander falls, and begins to weep
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