You can do whatever you fucking please,
You're my addiction, my favorite disease.
Just pull me under and bind me again,
The sweetest torture, a simple sin.

Shaking and stirring and ready to fly,
Butcher my wings and watch me die.
And when blood and tears slip and fall,
Kiss away the anguish and let me crawl.

Watch me stutter and flutter and crash,
and like a phoenix rise from the ash.
New and shining, seperate and fair,
Empty eyes and an empty stare.

So cry and slip and cling and fall,
Send me texts and late night calls.
Because I'm not the girl who you ensnared,
Who twisted and struggled to see you cared.