Kevin Khatchadourian (KK)

By and by
Here I come
They've been shot dea
Here here! I said
What was it I told?
That had you so...so old
Oh oh Kevin! Ma dear!
What a bad choice!
Now the red drips from your name
Tis not a game to play
Bars fill my head
But don't look so content
How could you,
For there is hate to be sent
Don't seem so calm
Your smile causes harm
Lay down on your iron bed
Tell me, was there any regret?
Tell me why; you never were shy
Open the back door
Unlock its hinges
Be frightened with no will
For you threw it away
On that very same day