Hate


3 straws I have too give
3 straws you’ll use and yet still live
And if they pass those 3 straws
Her life she’ll now live as a pawn

To judge people by the way they look
Is probably what made her life become took
And when she goes and disappears
Don’t ask me why I stopped her years

You can call me a demon whatever you like
But when I went to kill her she didn’t stand a fight
And as her blood went down I swear I smiled
Watching it run down a mile

So yay hooray you lost a daughter
Try all you want but you’ll never call her
And as I pulled her heart from her body
I promised you I didn’t flinch at all

Because those three straws she thought she had
There gone now it turned me mad

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