Plow a train into my heart

Prick my fingers ‘till they smart.

Point a gun at my head

Pull the trigger, make me dead.

Break my legs, tear my skirt

Abuse my body, give it hurt.

Stick a needle in my eye

Pull my hair until I cry.

Run me over with your car

Strike me with an iron bar.

To those who think that life ain’t Hell

I have many stories to tell.

Because when it comes to the lie called love

I’d rather reside below or above.