You’re On The Floor BEGGING To Be My Little Fucking Whore

the day I B E C A M E queen
I was bleeding the last drop of my innocence
I banished you since then
I’ve been drowning in the memories
In your sea of weed and cigarettes
My detriment discarded at last
As I yelled
“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!”

how’d I become Q U E E N
I had to die
Did you and god conspire
Fucked my will
Till I bled sand instead of tears
Called me a liar

W H O appointed me queen
Who was drunk off their ass
Pointing the finger, as they laughed
At the frightened inebriated girl in the corner
Cowering behind the need to be seen
It’s your secret now
The night I pissed it all away

A L W A Y S got what you wanted
I came knocking on your door
Stumbling over my own feet
All I wanted to do was sleep
Always got what you W A N T E D
Me . . so I got loud
Threw shit around
As I allowed you to fuck me hard against the ground

Cold concrete ripping apart my shoulder blades
As I laid, back beaten, bruised, forgotten
The last things I saw were your eyes
As I screamed, and passed out

N O W im “queen”

You’re on the floor
BEGGING to be
My little fucking whore

Puking away
The love I knew
Gagging against my ear
The secrets you held..
Souls that you stole
.. particularly mine
tell me now

WHO MADE ME QUEEN

Who do I K I L L
For this fucking crown
Shove it down their throats
Till they shit forgiveness
Dressed as queen of manipulation
In a hierarchy
That feeds off greed and mutilation

t a s t e it
the crown of my disgrace