My knees are bruised and aching
Who am I kneeling for
I feel weak from down here
You taught me nothing but
how to surrender
You painted self loathing like moral gold
So now you've got me looking down
like I gotta watch my step
if I wanna get to heaven
Trip up and there's some fire waiting
Well I'm so sick of tip toeing
So, I left your book on your tired dresser
I hope you like blood stained wood
Those pages are ******* dripping
And I'm washing my hands
Before I touch my best friend who kisses boys
Cause ****, he is loving someone
You wrap your pinkies around a
cross that's got you promising
to hate everyone
Set my flesh on fire
But you can't tell me where I fit in
because I'm the only one who knows
The hidden corners of my puzzle piece
And I won't let you bend them