Raise Hell
They blamed her
They nailed her
To the wall
Filled her with lies
Told her this
And then that
She was ruined
Backstabbed
The fury
It burned her alive
She was swallowed up
And spit out
And what came out
Was something unholy
Something disturbed
She was ready
To raise hell
They laughed
They whispered
They lied
Oh how they lied
And she tried
They watched her cry
They pointed and prodded
Watched her dry
And when she came back alive
She wasn't human
She wasn't the girl
They buried
Her soul
Soiled and tainted
She left back there
In that old town
Ready to raise hell
She slipped in
Under the radar
No one saw it
She blossomed
And she never felt so alive
So aware
Her skin tingled
Her anger
Burned her alive
To a crisp
She was held together
But ashes
Revenge making her shake
And she knew
Tonight was the night
She was going to teach them
Some secrets
Weren't there to tell
And then
She was going to raise some hell
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