july 3rd
Poor lonely guy, she’s hungry for money
Laugh as I sigh, but it’s all too funny
Don’t use me in your foolish game
Or think of me and say my name
I’ll sit back and try hard to ignore it
Truth be known I’m so not for it!
Wrong is wrong, I know what’s right
I drank and drank through the night
Little girl I’ve protected
Feels alone and rejected
In this room safe and secure
All that happened is just a blur
Sleep your poison away and dream
I’ll be there to hear you scream
Awake beside you I’m not leaving
Making sure you’re still breathing
The door is locked have no fear
I know the danger that is near
I hold this knife and I will use it
If he starts to try and loose it
Her lonely prey out there sleeping
In his wallet she was creeping
Your mother left, she is hunting
To satisfy what she’s wanting
I’m so sorry, it looks so bad
All the ones I think she’s had
I have to wake him and make him go
So your mommy can be a hoe.
Poor sweet child he has gone
Woke him at the crack of dawn
It was rather awkward, not so nice
He came so far and paid the price
No drop of blood or hostile rage
To old to fight it shows his age
He has to know he was played
I can’t believe how long he stayed
Last night is over today’s the fourth
Keep your sanity for all it’s worth
Dare not follow your mother’s shoes
Hit her back, leave a bruise
Scream back and know you’re right
Hit her hard when you fight
Tell the truth call her out
Make it known what she’s about
Moving on child be strong
Manson has a lovely song……
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