I headed to the library
and slid the books out of my bag
I grabbed a pen and paper
As he watched me
I needed to study
Exams were coming up
I scrached the pen across the sheet
As he watched me
My long hair was wavy
When it drooped apon my hand
I brushed it out the way
As he watched me
My hand writing was scruffy
But I wrote a whole page
I neatly folded it
As he watched me
I stood wonky
Leaning on the table
Packing my books
As he watched me
I walked slowly
And opened the door
And trembled into the corridoor
As he watched me
I acted ordinary
When I spoke to my friends
Keeping my thoughts inside
As he watched me
We were hungry
So we went to the canteen
And bought some lunch
As he watched me
I smiled with fake glee
When my friends laughed
About old times
As he watched me
The bell went suddenly
And I went to my last lesson
Walking against the crowd
As he watched me
The teacher looked happy
Like everything was fine
I dished out fake smiles
As he watched me
The lesson was over quickly
I went outside
And lit a cigarette
As he watched me
I walked home casually
It had been a long day
I got in the door
As he watched me
The door bell rang loudly
So I ran down stairs
And swung the door open
As he killed me
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