The Girl On the Hill

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