Morgan grace

It makes me happy

Morgan grace
Never realized that I could hate so much
I never knew the satisfaction of having such
A living breathing ball of hatred in my throat and guts would be
I never knew that I would love to hate so much and
It makes me, it really makes me happy
It makes me, it really makes me happy
It makes me, it really makes me happy
Oh god it makes me happy

The things I get inspired by surprise me still
It makes me wonder that this illness is that grips my will
Cuz I'd like you better in a meat pie with garlic and dill
As you cool peacefully on my wondow sill

You're everything you're everything I ever wanted
You're everything you're everything I ever wanted to destroy

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