I’d burn that bitch alive
For daring to tell me how to live my life
Its intense but I do not annotate
On paper I can be irate
So that I can fill the chasm
With all the lungs that says she has him
And even though the monsters eat me up
I know I did it just for luck
As the witches burn my stakes
I wonder about what it takes
For liars to be born
And for time to take its turn
For heaving to fall
And for me to see through it all
For though its angry, it is weary
But never again will you have me teary
Adieu to who I used to be
The death of Taylor set me free

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