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Your Turnabout Daughter

I'm a triator to your will
'Cause I'm sitting here
Getting high
What you always feared
But lets not count your pills
I already know you lie
I already Know
I'm only half as high
As you always are

I'm a triator to your dream
Of carrying you on my shoulders
While you beat me and scream
And you can't fix me
But lets not count what broke me
I already know you'll cry
I already Know
I've gone and died
When you were playing the victim

I'm a triator to your soul
Half as dark as you are
But just as cold
Must not have been good enough
But lets not count the times I've helped
I already know you'll fry
I already Know
I've sinned enough to be by your side
Hell you'll make sure I carry you into the fire

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  • mmook
    November 3, 2008
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    i would change a thing.... excellent awesome... well done


  • hawkeslake gold member
    November 2, 2008

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    Krys, your anger is so beautifully detailed -- I mean, it's not comfortable to read, but then, it shouldn't be! The ending two lines are also very powerful, a sort of twist on "you first". However, I hope you will someday be able to write the abuser into her own path to hell -- you've got too much light in you, and it shines in your writing.