What Direction Is Hell
What direction is hell, cuz I’m gonna bail
I know it may not be well but there’s not a plan
That U could sell to make me possibly stay
Not one thing that could make my decision sway
Either way, I am tired of being asked and if I’ll stay
It’s not like many inquires are headed my way
Can’t change a mind that keeps gettin spun every second
Don’t ask, answer my question, everything is an endless trail
Leading to nothing but another burning cell, maybe this is hell
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