Two am

Equal envy of friends in tarry
Far too much hate you carry
Children lost and husbands murdered
Cities burned and sons guttered
Help I'm in dire need
Life passed at high speed
Dirty windows, empty beds
Arguements and smashed in heads
Sins of many including you
Souls burned in hell because of you
Here all week get booked in
You're never going to win
Shes got you where she wants you
On your knees again
Keep quiet pass on through
Where would we be without you
xoxoAoife