SIREN SPELL

Blacksmith

Tell me, what is so wrong with me that makes me "not pretty"?
Why do your words cut so low and deep, I can't stop the blood flow?
I really don't care about the air you breathe out
Yet why does my heart sink every time I question your mouth?
It's got me second guessing every compliment
Rehearing every comment
My voice screams in the void of my mind
I tell myself that I don't care
Whilst you hack at me most efficiently
Tap. Tap. Tap.