Gratefully Dead

The black mark
Came to haunt us again
Splashed like the torrent
On the window pane

She tasted her tears
Tastes just like blood
you push her face
Back in the grime & mud

Cry bitch cry
this is your destiny
you are a bastard beggar
and you will live in misery

This bitch will cry
till you hide her in her arms
This bastard beggar knows nothing
Till you give her that thumb


Call my name, please forgive and forget
Till then this girl is gratefully dead

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