i can still feel the bite
the influence you had on me
i hear it everytime i ask permission
to do things i know he wont care about
like im still your obedient puppy
my head still so full
you broke me down
until i didnt even recognize any of my characteristics
i wonder if in another place at another time
somehow your soul was licensed to torture mine
like a sick contract with the devil
because even when ive left you
left your town
even left your friends
i still see you pop up in every store
staring pretending you didnt become
the most hateful person ive  ever met