Hush little Bastard, there’s nothing to be said
Just keep gasping for breath as your pillow turns red
A stab wound to the chest from which crimson liquid does pour
You’ll never forget what you earned this for
My sweet little Bastard, hush now, don’t cry
Really, it’s your fault that you have to die
I tried to be nice, sweet, and kind to you
You really deserve this for what you put me through
My beautiful Bastard, you’re staining the sheets
To wash out this blood is going to take weeks
With that thought in my head I stab you again
Over and over for what could have been
My wonderful Bastard, this may leave a scar
I wish you could see how pretty your insides are
They’re very healthy, you must have treated them well
And with one final cut I’ll send you strait back to hell
Hush little Bastard, be still at last
With one final strike this will be over fast
As you die in the night I’m the last thing you’ll see
Just know, this is what you get for hurting me
