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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? That you lay Over and under, backwards and blundering Let me get out of your hair SongtexteMaking me hate, I hope that you're wondering How will I ever repair? But you'll be so sorry when you 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? That you lay I lie down here, I lay down with the flies and the lilies you despise. Aus Songtexte Mania