Fungor

I see you little lady
With your broken dreams
A pesticide of regret and retribution
If you took your dirty fingers
From out of the cookie jar
You might have stood half a chance
Of keeping your man

Instead

He’s your executioner
Bringing you close to death
Every chance that he gets
While your kids are left
To play on the street
As death climbs the stairs

Well I can see
That you want to keep living
So you can die in his arms
Once again

Open up the windows
Of your shattered mind
Call my name and I’ll be there
With my pen to your ear
Executioner style
As we spill our love
Upon your bed
Another chance to see you dead

You beg for me
But will not see
The heart in these eyes is black

Once I was a cookie jar
Now just an avatar
Bleeding for you
With someone else
Lying dead

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