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The Girl On The Hill
I know of a girl who sits on a hill
Her skin is pale and her hair is silk 
I walk past her everyday and almost every night 
And sometimes I stop and ask if she’s alright

She won’t talk much and I can’t help but wonder why?
Could it be that she’s quiet? Or maybe she’s shy
I want to get to know her and I want to be her friend
But how do I know what’s on the other end?

Perhaps she likes it being all alone
But what if she just doesn’t have a place to call home?
I can’t help but feel sorry for her when she cries
I wonder if she’ll have anybody there when she dies

I wonder if she has ever tried to self harm
It’s hard to tell with sleeves covering her arms
I think she is sad because she has no parents 
And when they died she had no money to inherit 

I see her everyday outside my window
But she disappears when the wind begins to blow 
My mom always tells me that there’s no one there
What would she know? It’s not like she’s ever cared

Sometimes when I sleep I know that she’s there
I can feel her strange spirit lingering in the air
I call out her name maybe once or twice
But I don’t think she likes me, I doubt that she’s nice

I call her kaylee and she likes to have fun 
Sometimes she likes to chase me as I run
There’s just one thing that the kaylee and I both wish
And it’s that she was never found dead in a ditch

Cuz she may be just and imaginary thought
But I say she’s real, even if she’s not
Kaylee says that she has to go away really soon
Maybe she can stay with me for lunch or at least until noon
I think I’ll go with her and we can have a race
She took me to a cemetery, have you heard of this place?

I know of this girl who sits on a hill
Her name is kaylee and she’s the one that I killed
I wish I never did such a horrible thing
Because now I have to go and the police are hunting 
I’ll have to go and I’ll have to go far
Maybe they’ll find me or maybe kaylee will rip out my heart
Just like I did hers when we met at the park

I know of a girl who sits on a hill
Her skin is pale and her hair is like silk
She is the girl, the one I erased
She sits in a ditch at the bottom and alone
I murdered her parents and burnt down her home
She had no one left, so i took her away
But now she haunts me from night till day

Her name is Kaylee and they think she's really nice
If only they knew her heart was in ice
I think it might be my turn to go
Maybe i’ll let them find my body in the snow
For i am both heartless and ever so cruel
Goodbye good world and all that i knew
Goodbye everyone, especially you

I know of these girls who sit on a hill
Their faces are pale and hair is like silk
They sit up there all alone at last
Waiting for their next victim to come and pass
I hope it is you while on your way to class
So we can all be together, Alone at last
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