Mockingbird

Aaah.
Broken bottles
Torn up letters
Something’s messing with my head
Understand me
You don’t give a shit
What am I supposed to give?
Don’t you?
Don’t you hate me?
Don’t you hate me when I’ve got all these good things?
Fuck me?!
You want to fuck me?!
You want to fuck me?!!
Well you’ve already fucked me in my head!
Bitch…
Is that all you can do?
Bitch…
Is that the best that you can do?
Aah…
Hate mails
Fucked up nights
All because
All because of this stupid fight
Goodbye
You’ll die
And I believe
I believe in retribution