The ***** burns going down but that's nothing compared to the pain you put me through.
I'm still just trying to forget, but every dream i have makes me re-live it.
Every bruise on my skin, Every cut from the dull knife, Everything from that night still burns so bright in my mind.
But i never spoke, i never screamed, i never shed one single tear.
Yet you kept going, you kept hurting me.
That's how you taught me of the birds and bees,
And this is how ****** up you made me.