The problem
tempers begin to arise
My presence is pure hatred
I surmise
What I did to make them mad
maybe I have lied
The scowl on their faces
takes me by surprise

Let's go back
To the days
'fore they mad
and start to hate
She's glad
I was her mate
But she's glass
and cut my veins
She laughed
while my blood sprayed
I snapped
my voice did raise
She stepped back
and started to quake
And I
was not the same

The problem
Tempers begin to arise
My presence is pure hatred
I surmise
What I did to make them mad
Maybe I have lied
The scowl on their faces
took me by surprise

Ha what an actress
as she cries to her friends
I could care less
And I begin to grin
They can't understand my hell
The stuff i've been
Through, yes we are
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