That name used to be different
It used to sound so gentle
Now it sounds like a rusty saw
Gnawing at my existence

Its been years yet I still see you
Hiding in my despair
You’re the blonde I saw in the bookstore
Or the one laughing at the fair

I wish you’d leave me alone
But the scars you cut are deep
I watch them contort my soul
As if that’ll help me sleep

You ruined my ******* life
Took the fire from my heart
I am nothing but ice now
A statue, a mockery of art

Burn in hell