You could have told me to get dressed
it didn't matter if I was a mess
That evil one could do her harm
you should have said, I would have run
Instead you stupid hopeless fool
we sat here in the dreaded gloom
and while we sat, she died from pain
the pain that came to strike again
the next time you would need some help
i will just sit here deeply calm
and even when you yell for help
i wouldn't even call my mom
This tingly, hot red feeling that I feel
Could be only true for you
there is no seal; i broke it all
and all your faults will fall on you.