I was born that way, my vessels ran on poison, not on blood
You knew it since day one, poison ivy is what they fed me to survive
There's no room for happy endings here, just a funeral for my broken heart.
You lured me in a cage, other than my mind
Let me out once in a while only to taste the sweetness that is freedom melt in my tongue
So you'd lock me back in and impoverish me little by little every time you got the chance.  
I yelled through the burning railings of that jail for a surgeon as soon as I realised you had betrayed my trust
'Cause if only someone could give me a lobotomy, half my sufferings would've already been long forgotten and done.
You had always known my greatest enemy has been my brain
All its delusions, all the memories it still persists on replaying
You exploited this lost love I kept on mourning
As if suddenly the world had run out of  honourable men,
As if I was a pockmarked ridicule ****** in exile forced to look in
To all the things I had but was punished for wanting
I've laid my ***** hands on the holy potion that was only designed for the illustrious mortals
Or at least that's how the legend has been told.
What a shame my lover hunted me down with the rest of the peasants and threw me in the pyre
Where did you get the nerve to stand right across me after the turntables and ask for mercy?
You lend your hand to the tormented witch to hold on to before you went ahead and stabbed it
Had my arteries cut with medical precision as if killing me had all along been your master scheme
Why was I supposed to sit and take it while you deprived me of every little bit of dignity and life I had left in me?
Did it make you feel more alive seeing me pleading in the name of our love as you pushed me closer to the verge of death?
Once you traded me for a couple of bucks and praises with the Hopkins, your "I love you's" echoed all the way down to the grim reaper's canyon
The sound pierced my ears as the flames started to dissolve my skin.
You could've done both of us a favour if you had just stayed in your lane
An egoist can never tell when to stop,
A narcissist never knows their place
And no one hates more than I, talking smack about the one I love the most
But we both knew you'd repeatedly choose your ego over my well being
Thus you had no right claiming you were simply acting out of humane instinct
Never minded my origin till it felt convenient
Used it as an excuse to justify your blemished course of action
Swore to your own that you were under my spell
Though I bet it felt empowering when you spread my legs open on your allies' chambers and pulled my hair.
You managed to get under a witch's skin
And that doesn't mean I didn't like it, I'm not one to go back at my word  
Is it possible for the greedy to finally have had enough?
Could the conventional ones tardily revolt?
Or did the poison they fed me maim you too
When it found its way out of my neck and straight onto your mouth?
In this open grave lies a sad truth, other than my now lifeless body;
You weren't cut out for falling in love,
You weren't made for the real thing.
Somehow you've broken the status quo, went ahead and did it
You've loved for the first and last time
If I had known how this would end I'd vehemently take it all back
Because in the process you turnt me into damaged goods
I gave you more than you could possibly pray for
Yet you sacrificed me to the god's of your bluest blues.
I fight the urge to scream and take a stand against all this unfairness
You'd most likely howl back “life's not fair” anyway
With that same cold stone look you gave me
When you shrieked “Don't toss rocks at her, just throw her in the fire!”
I'd been on my knees wearing my heart on my sleeve since you disclosed your last move in this fatal match of chess.
How naive of you to think I'd offer you a free pass just because you were the one that got away!
I held hostage your queen, slit that pretty little throat of hers which you adore in two
Didn't you regret it all when you saw me blood-soaked in the whirlpool?
We all have our weaknesses, we all have our pain
But you chose to bury me, instead of being the one who stayed.