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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.