You said that if I line-up with bunch of girls, I would be the insipid,
You're still dreaming of her, people say I'm smart, but for you I looked stupid,
In colorful table cloths you claimed to be an honest man,
Chills going down to my spine, ripping my artery, there's no sun.
My soul left my body, you told me it's just a small thing,
You lied, fetching her at church, and told me it was nothing,
You have the guts to cut my throat, and expect me not to bleed,
I turned into a statue for kneeling down for years, you're just no heed.
You placed the bullet at the tip of your longest fingertips,
You placed books on my head, and whispered I'd be killed if they slips,
It's gut-wrenching to think that you only cared of what you can get
I'm always mad at your oppression, there's no way to forget.
I'm falling into pieces, you came back whole,
I read books, only to become your fool,
I'd keep my madness, but for once I want to kill,
Just for you to know how did you make me feel.
