I've tried evading the situation
but I have bled for too long
and I can no longer be strong
My heart has called for a confrontation.
The betrayal is quite tiresome
I know I’ve trusted the wrong people
And it has molded the person I have become
As there are stab wounds bleeding from my cervical
down to my sacrum
because I never thought I’d find myself drowning in betrayal
There are holes scattered across my torso
As all the bullets have gone through
They just make me wish
I had never opened up to you
You should be missing a finger
As you made a promise
But I forgot, that everywhere, serpents do linger
And you chose not to be honest
And now you might think I’m talking about you too.
But have you ever wronged me?
That should be enough of a clue.