I have been through mazes and hurt multiple times; The men I trusted Breaking me apart, The wrist’s been cut; And the bleeding hasn’t stopped. This path isn’t expanding, But I am making way to the oncoming, Back’s been patted And my thick hair’s
I hardly believe in second chances. Once a cheater is always a cheater. You can frantically doubt my stances, Like I am standing in your way obscure. It’s purely my madness, Thinking of this cold blooded massacre, Disguised as a princess; Deep inside you are a monster.