Bitter end

Alone in my room

I misbehave

Once silent and quite dead

Now I crawl and moan but

You're always two steps ahead

You carved my soul with a knife

Draw a heart on my flesh but yet

It seems you didn't consider colors

So you carved my mouth on chalk

And suddenly all my red tones were hollow

So you say you hate me

And that could really fuck me the way I deserve

That you could still hurt me to the core once more

But the truth is I'm your best whore

My sights can be bitter or obscene

And yet I can't trust what I see