I WAS IN THE PLAYROOM
I HEARD YOUR THUNDER BREW
IT STARTED FOR SOME PERFUME
I NEVER EVEN KNEW
YOU STORMED DOWN THE HALL
YOUR EYES WERE SCREAMING WRATH
ALL OVER A WATERY FRAGRANCE
THAT MADE YOU SMELL LIKE DEATH
WHY AM I ALWAYS
THE ONE YOU POINT TO
WHY AM I ALWAYS
YOUR FIRST TO BLAME
THOUGH YOU’LL NEVER KNOW
THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR HONESTY
SOMETHING THAT YOU NEVER SAW IN ME
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