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Pages and pages and pages of poetry
I am not doing so well
Teach me the Bible, the scriptures, disciples
and baby teach me how to spell
My mother and father they got for a daughter
I wish that I could have been more
They were so proud when I learned how to walk
but since then I just lay on the floor
Then I lay
Rosary's safe and my pillow is hair
I'm coming to town, I'll call you when I get there
Nightmare explosions, and gentle corrosions
I never back down from a dare
But you wasted the gift that I tried hard to give
and you think that it's all so unfair
but after you spit and you stab and you seethe
do you really expect me to care?
Then I lay
Over and under, backwards and blundering
Let me get out of your hair
Making me hate, I hope that you're wondering
How will I ever repair?
But you'll be so sorry when they find my body
Riddled with all your complaint
And all of your smoke and your mind is a joke
Did it hurt you so much that you lay?
Then I lay
I lie down here, x2
I lie with the flies
and the lilies you despise.