B. I. T. C. H.
Being in this cold hell
With no idea where I stay
This place doesn’t seem right
Nothing around follows course
You and I, past shadows
Relations turned night from day.
Anger fills our speech
Saying words with no remorse.
Call me names to my face
In a tone I rarely heard
This is not who we are
But this is who we’ve become.
The road that led us here
Could have changed with just one word
No longer want your pain
Knowing you has made me numb.
