You tricked me

You picked on me

You teased me

You hurt me

Yet you aren't paying for your trickery

The worst you endure is bickering.

You're the reason why I was dark

And the reason why my heart is marked.

The beating object that's meant to be warm

You've caused to be worn

My patience is thin

And my love is sin

Because you tricked me

You picked on me

You teased me

And you hurt me.