Standard (EADGBE)

 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.