I love horror films. All American Psycho is kind of like my own miniature version of a horror movie. Girl meets boy. Girl falls for boy. Boy pretends to be good, hides his true nature. Girl believes boy, until he can’t hide it anymore. Boy kills girl. Classic love story, don’t you think?

This kind of thing hasn’t ever happened to me, I mean obviously since I’m not dead, but it does happen. It’s tragic really, all these girls (or boys) did was fall for the wrong person. Their only fault is being too trusting.

I write about what interests me and because of that, a lot of the time what I write is dark. It’s lyrics like these that I can picture a film clip to go with it. Good looking guy, naive looking girl. The ending, where he kills her, would have to be set at night time. Because apparently, in movie land, no one get killed during the day.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

Love
Roxanne