They baked me a cake
"Here, just a taste!"
What could they have made?
A story that I forbade
It was a cake of my past
A story of what did not last
I told them not to ask
But instead they ripped my mask
I tasted the useless way I lied
And the way they made me cry
I tasted all the times I asked why
And every time I gave up a fight
I learned, it is okay if it still hurts
The taste of past will always lurk
Even if you bury it in the dirt
The taste will always reassert
