ink stains on my delicate heart
I trusted you, I gave you my all
twisted and nasty, I dodged a bullet but still somehow I have gunshot wounds
count me out of your sacred outcast clique
burnt to ashes, stab wounds on my back
its all metaphorical but my heart thinks its real
lost and confused, whyd you put me through everything you did
when I think of you I cant even smille
how are you doing?
its honestly been a while
actually I dont care
im gonna grow out my hair, change again
isnt it hilarious how you changed me the most
I used to raise my hands now I raise a toast
turned me insucure and cold
threw my world around, out of control
you promised gold but now im at the jewler
she looks at me and tells me its worth nothing
I should have known, knocking on your door but nobody's home
there were good times ill admit
but you ruined it.
