I didn’t want to fall apart mid-sentence, So I said less and asked more questions. Tuned out love songs, skipped our street — I made avoiding you look complete.
I smile and nod when your name is mentioned, As if it doesn't pull me out of the conversation They throw it around casually, like it's not cutting right through — I guess I never got to cry out about you.
Born a girl and bred a monster Bringer of despair Bringer of demise Bite the twisted hand that feeds Glaring straight into the beast's eyes Flailing fists, handfuls of coarse hair A good-for-nothing, two-timing taker