I’m breathtaking to behold
(Or so I am told)
Even by the strange man
(With the gun in his hand)
As he laid me down
On the cold harsh ground
Toss another log on the fire.
I’m a waste of space
I bring down my race
Nothing good could ever come
From the beating of my drum
I’m just another liar
That will burns in Hells fire
Toss another log on the fire.
I’m a cold hearted bitch
A devilish witch
I have no right to speak
My future is bleak
So hit me again
It is your whim
Toss another log on the fire.
I’m too wicked to give
My son a place to live
Take him away
For Safetys play
And I have no right
For which I can fight
Toss another log on the fire.
They wonder why I must
Live life in mistrust
This fire burns bright
All through the night
My one source of Heat
Would make others weak
Toss another log on the fire.
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