I guess I'm a liar.
That I never walked through hell
For a devil with the face of an angel
I never took the blame for her sins
My pain didn't inspire my writings
It was all you.
Though we never spoke or met
I stole your pain, I guess
'Cause you're the only one
Who ever felt the backhand of love
Thank you for creating the feeling,
Of both drowning and falling
Of both burning and freezing
Only YOU know.
What it feels like to be wounded
And to bleed all over the world
I never had a relationship with
A megalomaniacal, evil *****
I guess I just stole it.
Memories of brutality without shame
How did we ever feel before you came?
Along and taught us this new word,
This uncharted concept for which
No one has previously heard.
Get over yourself.
It's just a word
And mine is better than yours.