There's bad blood In my veins And it'll always Be that way I can deny my heritage, And change my surname But there are some things That I can't change Your love was a contract Riddled with conditions and double standards You pointed at the fine print All of these years You wanted all I had You stole my youth All I have is my heartbeat, You can't have that too I'm letting go Because the bad blood is on your hands And no matter what I do You'll never understand I can still hear your voice Bouncing off the walls Accusations of all of My mistakes and flaws And you're placing stones down Paving the way to hell Stuck in your illusion Of heaven's bells So I'll burn this bridge Stand and watch the flames And I know I'm in control And things will change
Wrote this in math class because what else is math for? Based off of These Streets by Bastille.