This is the story I tell.
Why must I live in hell?
Why do I choose this place to dwell?
I can not take the screams and yells.
But everyone creates their own hell.
Love is so blind.
I wish I could turn back the hands of time.
I can't stand hearing the constant chime.
Of the owl screeching soon it will be your time.
But soon everything will be mine.
I will get my revenge on the people who equal nine.
My crackhead parents have fucked up my life.
But no longer can I hold them under my knife.
For I only have myself to blame.
Anyone can change their path in life,
No one has to stay the same.