I let them take me to hell
All the time they wished me well 
And put me through the crucify 
And if I didn’t want to die 
In the beginning, I did by the end 
The kind of torture when you don’t have a friend
Who will save you from the wolves
So I let it go as the pain pulls 
Me into it’s own frame of mind
It was easier than being left behind 
By the man I love
They say his glove
Don’t fit my hand 
But it’s just that they don’t understand 
The mechanics of the thing 
And an angel with a broken wing
Will always look to sky
To find a reason why 
The emotion is not to be found 
In any degree of sight or sound
And she pushes the door back open 
When I was just hoping 
To be on my own 
Now the birds have flown 
On that particular piece of ground 
And all the injustices abound 
In the leaves that fall 
I look at her as I walk down the hall 
To the death squadron firing guns 
They say Mother Earth loves all her sons
But some wield a battle axe 
Some take it to the max
And some just fall short of that 
I’d say it’s okay but it’d be old hat 

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