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"She, Me and Hell"
She put the seeds in me
to let the hate grow
Was I always meant to be like this
A hate garden burrow?
My life was a blank canvas for her
and she drew all her pain on me
Painted my soul in her anger
Outlined me with her restriction plea
Sometimes I feel so worthless
and I feel so discarded
Sometimes I feel like a looser
so disregarded.
But one day I wish she could be the earth
and I could be the fire
She would burn in a billion screams
and I would just feel her and admire
Burn ourselves to hell
and leave behind the residues of who we were
I hope they elect me king in hell
to rule heaven if not her.
