Lets call it a wrap and blame them
Parents teachers friends, who gives
A fuck it's all the same? They made you bleed she tells me
But they didn't, I managed that all by myself.
Clever little bitch that I am, I took the gold star
You gave me as a reward and used its points to
Score a hole in my heart to fit my ingratitude so smoothly
That it hurt, lack of lubrication you see.
Science was always my forte they thought but that
Was only because words are my outlet for pain
Not sense. Makes no sense to hurt
What you love you see, makes no sense.
In my dreams I met an old woman
Who took the star out of my hands to slice my throat
In the most beautiful way I could wish for.
So tell me therapist what does that mean for that image
To be my favourite dream? Now you're sickened aren't you?
Sad little rich kid too privileged to care
And too self obsessed with her dark little world even though
She can see the beauty in a concrete street, so much
It would make her cry if she didn't
Cry red already in a shade richer than life.
So tell me therapist,
What does this mean?