Trauma

There once was this girl, she did catch my eye
Her eyes a tornado; a storm in the sky
Her hair long and white, she didn't even try
The beauty, the lie; an endless supply

What could go wrong
What could go wrong

When you took my hands, we made our demands
By your side I'll stand, 'till our last drop of sand
The blood on your hands will scream through my rage
Why am I willing to still turn the page
With you

"Um, hey"
'Hey"
"So, um, are you gunna be my girl"
"Mmhm"
'Really?"
"Yeah, I love you"
"I love you too"
"We will be together forever"

Let's go to this party, you'll meet all my friends
From work and from school, the list never ends (slut)
The ones you call friends had a story to tell
That you're a slutty fucking mess out of hell

What could go wrong
What could go wrong

When you took my hands, we made our demands
By your side I'll stand, 'till our last drop of sand
The blood on your hands will scream through my rage
Why am I willing to still turn the page
With you

"Uh, hello"
"Oh shit, he's home"
"Who's here, honey? Why is there a bike out front"
"Shit. I'm screwed. I can explain"
"Oh, fuck me. I can't believe you! After all we've been through? He rides a fucking bicycle"
"It's... Babe, I'm so sorry"
"No, you're just sorry I found out. Fuck"
"Please forgive me! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"
"No. Fuck this. Fuck you. We're done. Get the fuck out"

You're a whore
You're a whore
You're a whore
You're a whore

I gave you my heart to hold for safekeeping
Now I'll slit your throats while you're both still sleeping
I'll paint these walls red while your lips turn to blue
While you burn in hell, you'll find something to screw

When you took my hands, we made our demands
By your side I'll stand, 'till our last drop of sand
The blood on your hands will scream through my rage
Why am I willing to still turn the page



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Smith
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