Alone in my room,
Surrounded with gloom,
Not really sure what to do,
When all my thoughts are only of you.
Once long ago,
You were my love, my life,
I used to walk with such a strife,
But now I’d rather have a knife.
I used to be brilliant,
I used to be smart,
I used to have such a huge heart,
But soon it all fell apart.
You stole my innocence away,
and to that I say,
hell is where you shall stay,
each and every single god damn day.
you took me for a fool,
and used me like I was your step-stool,
for some reason I thought you were cool,
but now your no more to me than a mule.
I survived your abuse,
Now I’m not a recluse,
So you had better vamoose,
Before you’re the one being abused. |
