Chained to a mattress, where more things were taken then you thought you had and somehow, it’s your fault.
Even an Ouija board couldn’t bring back what you took from me Choked by an unseen force Strangled in your white sat(a)in sheets
We met in a graveyard, and it took two hours for you to burn to ash but I kept a piece of your wrist bone and left you with the mortician to put you in the trash
In distance I thought I’d a find a part of myself that I hated, but instead all I found was sexual abuse.
No one sees the handprints that you left on me no one sees the bruises that you made me think I asked for and no one sees the ropes unless I’m hanging from them
you are my ball gag and chain you are the ball and chain you are my ball and chain
Maybe in another world you’ll be forgiven but today I hope when you look at your hands All you see is Blood.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
