He's high again,
doped up on emotion.
Claiming he can make you safe.
To build a house of rotten wood.

He's here again,
in my home with cruel intention.
Screaming he can make you pretty.
To scar your skin with fingertips.

He's in my head again,
wrestling my peace to the ground.
Whispering in thieves cant.
To steal all the things that hold me up.