Payer wee thing
I through ye up in te the night
in te the jaws o' the Beast
so messed up, I did ne' realize
Ye were ne' hurting anyone
just sitting there, on yur 'en
then I came along and killed ye
we' oot a care, or a whim
Hoo many times noo
hay ye come te me fur help
but I a'ways let you doon
so oot o' it, I did ne' realize
Leaving ye te die
I turned ma back on ye and left
noo every chapter o' this life
filled we' remorse and regret
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