The shrunken head
Hanging from my rear view mirror
Is only one of my many victims
Deep love I felt for this one
But he wouldn’t accept me
He said he was married
He said I wasn’t his type
My heart couldn’t let him go
My head said to turn and walk away
But my heart took control
If I couldn’t have him
Then no one could
So I took his life
I took his head
A trophy it became
Its eyes were sewed shut
As to not see where we were going
Its mouth sewed shut
As to not whimper or whisper
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