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
Every time I see her start a fire I get higher
Every time I see her start a fire I get higher
Every time I see her start a fire I get higher
Every time I see her start a fire I get higher
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