High strung with a smoker's lung
Kicked back with a heart attack
Well fed with bacon on bread
Joyous girl wants to be dead

She's not as perfect as she puts out
Showers of love becomes a drought
Live and let live, be and get by
Live life now and hope to die

Never drives fast with a drug addict past
Prays before dinner with the life of a sinner
Judge me not after smoking pot
I know what you did when you were a kid

So perfect, I was so naeve
Imagine what a kid will believe
I thought you were good, but oh was I wrong
The trickery and denial has lasted too long

Act superior, I know it's a lie
You did way worst things than I
So call me what you will, I'm not here to listen
I'm done with the judgement that I've been given

I'll do what I like and I'll carry on
Without you beside me to help me along
Blood, love, it's meens not a thing
All that matters is the hatrid you bring
 
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