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