in Massachusetts
I read about you in a book once
I heard your story during show and tell
I was insulted when they asked my name
But didn’t ask who I was
Rage had never been you’re forte
Just a state of mind
One more time
You scream her name
One more time you’re blind
You belt a prayer of mercy
High out of my range
Your victim is here
They whispered to you
Something to gentle to hear
And one more time
You’re deaf
We are here to build character
I’ll let my persona self destruct
You brought me misery
Thank you
Now I can brag that I’m hurting
Thank you
I’m pleased I can be of help
I live above you
Because I live
When you want me to die
I die above you
Because you live
When you learn that I loved you still
You brought me misery
Thank you
You’ve made me check the lost and found
And now I know I lost something
Is that where my voice has gone?
I’ll bow and smile
Thank you
Now give me what I cannot give you
My maker and breaker alike
Give me
You’re welcome
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Wow, great.... I really
Wow, great.... I really loved this! Anna, you are now in my favorites!
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that story is awsome
that story is awsome Anna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!