Cruel boy spitting,
Come on, cruel boy,
Don’t stop hitting.
Enter me through slitting,
slitting.
A winter later I’m still bleeding,
Off my soul,
Off my sanity
You’re still feeding.
Really, cruel boy,
Did I deserve my beating?
I almost lose the will to breathe,
And my mouth can neither smoke nor
chew,
But finally this breathless girl,
Has gripped the strength needed to
exhale you.
Yes, I faintly catch the glimmer
Of Revolution in my eyes;
The urgent purge,
And overturning of your lies.
These lies you told so well,
And how quick my eyes would swell;
Cruel boy, I’m still choking on my
faults,
Which your leering lips revealed;
So, finally, this ugly girl,
The girl so hard to kiss,
The one I swore you’d miss
Is tired…tired…tired.
You fucking liar get out
Because I’m tired.
