Fingers filled with daggers while he combed my hair,
You were too old, I'm too young, 'twas never fair,
Drilling the edge of my heart, you said I was a thrill,
The silent screams, the crashing of bones, us was never real.
Your illegal sight among girls who has tiny waistlines,
Illicit emptying plates, just so I could fit into your bylines,
My never lulled insecurities led to my very own fatal,
You wanted me dead, I saw it written on your skull.
Shivers going down my spine, begging you to reveal the mirror,
You confessed who she was, said she lived down the store,
My whole world stopped, how could someone flipped such page,
If you wanted to get drunk, why took me to your dark stage?
Swallowed what I heard, pacified my inner captivity,
You filled your jar of needs, I guess it was bribery,
I see you now, same, old, smirk, soul engulfed with dirt,
I hope you're horrified whenever you see a white shirt.
