Life Is a Lady / Holiday - Santana

I am the keeper of my death More attempts without success Than times my name's been on your fucking breath This not a lesson or a test This is a fucking threat I don't forgive - I don't forget And I don't have much patience left Get back behind the glass words that you spit I almost can't believe You think you could be anything to me Please... my name is misery How many times could you spit in my eye Before you thought that I'd take your hide I tried playing nice, let you live your lies But lightning won't strike in the same place twice Done is done and you're out of time We're way past the point of me wasting mine Still got shit on your lips from the next in line Get the fuck off your cross bitch it's my time 2 shine Crawl your way through I almost can't believe You think you could be anything to me Please. my name is misery And misery is everything Cold - ink black and writhing - a living hell From my fractured teeth I've made Poison blades for you all, and you'll all kill yourselves In my shadow where your sorrows dwell Larger than heartlessness and just as well Bullshit banter from a limelight whore With nothing actual to fucking live for Borrow the image - suck up motherfucker Keep kissing mirrors from your spot in the gutter I just can't believe You think you could be anything to me Please... my name is misery I'm much more than your "woe is, me" Or something that you take or leave And contrary to belief... I don't keep company