She

My attempt at being the male version of Sister Savage. I apologize in advance if you think it sucks.

As requested, the lyrics…

“She”
Lyrics and Music by Daniel Parkhill

She’s ripped the fabric of my world with harsh intention.
She hasn’t stole a single thing that cost a dime.
She believes the blame is mine.
She must be high.

She’s carved her name into my heart with rusty nails.
She’s made a system to destroy that hasn’t failed.
But if she thinks I’ll swallow that tripe,
She must be high.

She’s got morals made of stone and eyes of cyanide.
And when she speaks the angels come to prove her point.
She thinks that I’ll be fine in time.
She must be high.

She’s ripped the fabric of my world with harsh intention.
She hasn’t stole a single thing that cost a dime.
She believes the blame is mine.
She must be high.

She thinks that I’ll be fine in time.
She must be high.