Posting to G 57

The group torturers listen to my dreams

To find excuses to torture me

Then they read my private texts to you, G

An excuse to torture me

And they say

Its her

Then they say

Give up

Then, devil

They dont know

Thru their tarnished souls

The Hag of the Mill

Sat polishing me, tonight, G

I say

Im wonderful who i am

Love me or not