Life's hell
Like, I hear the hell's bell
The demons smile and tell
That I would be drowned in a well
Their hissing and yells
Pollutes the atmos with smell
O' I hate being a girl
...In love I fell
Now am doomed to tell
My boyfriend plans to sell
My feelings for a spell
For a greedy one rotting in a cell
O' I hate the demons in my head
Why can't I just go to bed?
Why my face is all red?
Why my eyes rained so bad?
Now am so upset, I feel so dead
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Am I dead?
In hell?
In the well?
Or really in my bed?

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