Whisked away by air
Have you heard the term unfair
Even hell can recognize it
Remember the way you were
Except when you turned into her
All those who know
Remind me to lay low
Electrified by my anger
Yelled at by a so called God
Over and over again
Until I reach the boiling the point
Gone is where I am
Gone is where i go
Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 4:49 PM UTC
Whisked away by air
Have you heard the term unfair
Even hell can recognize it
Remember the way you were
Except when you turned into her
All those who know
Remind me to lay low
Electrified by my anger
Yelled at by a so called God
Over and over again
Until I reach the boiling the point
Gone is where I am
Gone is where i go
Copyright, Bret Desrochers
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