A Simple Plan

My friend, let me help. Let me help you help yourself, Feel worse about your life. Let me help to drag you down, Shall I go get the knife? Let me help you vent your rage, Express what goes unsaid. Let emotions go run wild, Release them from your head. Pick them up and one by one, Throw them to the floor. Stomp your foot upon your soul, Then pain the fiend some more. Your soul was weak but now you're strong, For with it you are flawed. And all who tortured, laughed and joked, All shall be abhorred. But not just that, for why stop there? When you could kill them all. Stop the pain, the hurt, the fear, BANG, then dead they fall. It could be done, but plans are tough, You need one that will work. One so vile, mean and foul, One that shows your worth. To kill a man, in sheer cold blood, To stop his heart there, dead. Is not a thing of great man's worth, But one that all men dread. The plan is this, this evil scheme, On them, a gun is drawn. It must be done, and done it will, Tommorrow after dawn. A simple plan, a stupid man, A plot that can't be done. You thought I was your helper man, I tricked you good there, son. When all was lost and you were down, Deep in your time of need. I came to you, you trusted me, But all I have is greed. I started out to help you, I stayed in for the game. And in the end you found your life, Was not worth all this pain. They hated you in school, They made you hide and cry. Your brother and your sister, They both deserved to die.I really don't know quite what I was thinking.... Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 09:38 PM PST   0 • 10