Let's talk about today
I was stuck in my dismay
Anxious, trapped and sick
****** with a candlestick
I was a moth to her flame
I'll never trust her again
Victim or perpetrator
You are the fabricator
In the chapel, He's not there
Why is life so unfair
I'm on my bended knee
Why did you pick on me
It hurts and I am scared
Impotent, struck, impaired
I wear my cross and pentagram
For you maybe real or a sham
I guard against your cursed ways
I feel threatened by your gaze
I need to keep myself safe
With my reason and my faith
Now I see you for what you are
I've seen your full repertoire