MAN, WHY DO OTHER PEOPLE'S GHOST BE DOIN' THA MOST
GOD
There must be
a spirit on me
yeah one
that i can't
see
but makes people
be
hurtful and evil
to this sitting queen
from the steeple
of You
too
yeah
so why
do i
constantly
cry
or
boohoo
yeah
when
i have been
a friend
and then
Here we go again
yeah me
being treated
like my life
isn't needed
yeah
like being nice
to me
is worse
then bring
cursed
but father
your thirst
gave me birth
but why
must i
internally die
or feel
bluer than
the sky
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