It's all words meant just so I would keep quiet but never gone

How lovingly patronizing bull shit she has weaved

I couldn't even cry nor speak

I can't say how long I'll stand, how much I'll take

Perhaps I'll wake one fine day and realize, hey, it's all in good game

You would ask how I was doing and I'll lie between my clenched teeth

You would ask if it was all right if you could just put a knife through my heart and you do, everyday

And I'll let you.

Why, I'd ask my demons but they will never tell...