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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