i play my guitar with no good tunes
singing my songs
people think i'm a hot air ballon
i sit alone and think
people think i'm meek
i'm just planning the day of reckoning
bow down before me
beg for forgiveness
all your hate is diminshed
you mistake my good heart for kindness
you don't think i remember all the times
you made me curl up and quiver
not of fright
not of fear
what i wanted was to be liked
no mercy was given to me
no quarter for you
you thought i was meek
but look who has the key
i'm not mad, look at my face
i'm glad to put you in this place
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