She burned me down, down to the ground 

Blood, though thicker than water, is harder to clean up 

You'll get it in the end, boy, if the weapon of choice is blood 

Expecting it from a stranger, or maybe an aquaintance 

Never from family or friends, though 

A simple mistake and expense 

She burned me down, down to the ground 



Pissed and dissapointed, I pray to learn to forgive 

If I can't find it in my heart, then I have no reason to live 



Here is an education, the lesson professed is quite cruel 

There are some things worse than death 

And one of them is you 



Everytime I see her start a fire 

I get higher