Entwined in this hatered I did not ask for.

As pure as the body on the floor

When will it all end?

It all depends

When the time comes to find a way out,

The people will scream and they will shout.

You'll be caught escaping,

It all seems so inebriating.

To fill a person full of lies,

And then wonder why you're despised.

You'll treat them like shit,

And when you finally fall they will kick.

But yet you still ponder why,

Don't worry 'cuz in time you'll surely die.

Whether it's in a rush of pain or fury,

You don't really have to worry.

It may be slow and painful,

That pain you definately have to show.

At sometime you have to cry,

And maybe then you'll realized you weren't a very cool guy.

You weren't even nice when you spoke,

Your lies where the problem when people began to choke.

You were nothing but a bore,

and when you were finished you told them they were just a whore.

As shallow minded as you are,

They'll be the ones with the painful scar.

You don't mind and you don't care,

But you can't stand the smell of burning hair.

Hungry wolves begin to call,

Now you're not standing so very tall.

What could be wrond-are you terrified?

This is for all those girls that you made cry.

You not only lied, cheated, and used,

But also abused.

Maybe not physically but emotionally,

And now these scars you have to see.

The wolves will come when I release these gates,

And it's all of those women you'll have to hate.

They're the ones that put you here,

Because you were the one that put them in fear.

You'll apologize and apologize,

But when will you realize,

We're sick of all of your pathological lies.

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