megan watts - so much hate

So much hate
So little love
Must be fate
Relashionships on and off like a glove
Not being able to control how we feel
Waking up in the mornings to another day seems worse
Just prayingso much that none of this is real
I can see it now my jet black hurse
Cloosing the lid on my coffin perfect fit
Its happening a second time round
There goes my temper not being able to control it
At the moment death is a sweeter sound

megan watts

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