She burned me down, down to the ground
Blood, though thicker than water, is harder to clean up
You'll get it in the end, boy, if the weapon of choice is blood
Expecting it from a stranger, or maybe an aquaintance
Never from family or friends, though
A simple mistake and expense
She burned me down, down to the ground
Pissed and dissapointed, I pray to learn to forgive
If I can't find it in my heart, then I have no reason to live
Here is an education, the lesson professed is quite cruel
There are some things worse than death
And one of them is you
Everytime I see her start a fire
I get higher




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