My warm heart that turns ice cold,
my sunshine that turns into the moon
And my blood that runs dry because of them.
Your ***** little scheme doesn't keep me clean,
And your surprise
Keeps me and my family forever traumatized.
As i got up you made my adrenaline flood
But putting a bandaid over a bullet-hole
Doesn't contain the blood.
What blood?
The blood that keeps me breathing,
The blood that keeps me joking
The blood that keeps my laughing
And the blood that is connected to my heart
That has now run dry.
Why?
I gave you more chances than empathy you took away from me.
You said you wanted to repair but that was an affair.
I'm a woman of my words
And my body
And you can't interrupt that.
So give me a bandaid so you can at least contain my heart.