That name used to be different
It used to sound so gentle
Now it sounds like a rusty saw
Gnawing at my existence
Its been years yet I still see you
Hiding in my despair
You’re the blonde I saw in the bookstore
Or the one laughing at the fair
I wish you’d leave me alone
But the scars you cut are deep
I watch them contort my soul
As if that’ll help me sleep
You ruined my ******* life
Took the fire from my heart
I am nothing but ice now
A statue, a mockery of art
Burn in hell
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 2:29 PM UTC
That name used to be different
It used to sound so gentle
Now it sounds like a rusty saw
Gnawing at my existence
Its been years yet I still see you
Hiding in my despair
You’re the blonde I saw in the bookstore
Or the one laughing at the fair
I wish you’d leave me alone
But the scars you cut are deep
I watch them contort my soul
As if that’ll help me sleep
You ruined my ******* life
Took the fire from my heart
I am nothing but ice now
A statue, a mockery of art
Burn in hell
