Blood - though thicker than water - is harder to clean up You'll get it in the end boy if the weapon of choice is love Expecting it from a stranger or maybe an acquaintance Never from family or friends though a simple mistake and expense
She burned me down, down to the ground
Pissed and disappointed I prey 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