who would know
burns so sweet
stings like salt
reach so deep
head tipped back
twisted little girl
who would know
fingers curled tight
red stains faded
nails deeply embedded
tooth shredded tongue
broken little girl
who would know
who would know
do you know
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
I hate that I'm even considering it. I hate that I want this. I hate that I love this. I should really have just killed George.