Tool of miss eri

why must i live in such diseray
all i cause is misery
you said be me but you dont know what you set free
so what do you think of me now
and the way i left tou down
no surprise to me i was hailed the tool of misery
tool of misery
for me to be used at your dismay
dismembered torn away
better listen to what i say.
no surprise to me i was hailed the tool of misery
when will they leave me be
standing in the way if my mortality
traps baited with lies and deciet
when you read this what ive ret
i hope your lives turn to what you plan for me to get
twisted livs and good misfortune
a painful life is what i got
lookign for the light in the darkest glimmer i see it in the ligjht.
looking for a free ride straight from hell
burning in the frozen fire
but the clock is ticking on the clock of life
carrting the fumes of my self destruction
free me free me, you cant be me
i travel through the hell of my reality.