Dear Brad

I am not a stalker, Brad, how could you think that?
To play with other's mind, Brad, is what I like to do.
I know I pulled her hair, Brad, but that was just a tease.
I never would've hurt her, Brad, but she started to scream.
She was going to call the police, Brad, and you know how I get.

I wanted her quiet, Brad, don't you understand?
She bit my hand, Brad, I think I lost my cool.
There was a phone nearby, Brad, with a cord hanging close.
The screaming is louder, Brad, I started to reach.

Her scream started to croak, Brad, the wire's around her neck.
My hands are gripped on the wire, Brad, her screaming is done.
Her eyes are locked on me, Brad, just what I imagined,
Her eyes are beautiful, Brad, I wish you could see them.

I'm petting her hair, Brad, it's so silky smooth.
She's starting to relax, Brad, I think she likes me to.
I think the wire too tight, Brad, maybe I should let go.
Her heartbeat is slowing, Brad, I think she's falling asleep.

There's sirens outside, Brad, maybe a neighbor saw me sneak in.
I released the wire, Brad, she's not waking up.
I keep shaking her, Brad, but all she does is slump.
She's dead, Brad, the police pull me away.
They took me to jail, Brad, but I am not a stalker.
Brad, I'm just a killer.