There was a hole in my soul and you fell right through
I cried my eyes out of their sockets and lost my brain in my pockets
Now I am the queen of my thoughts who calls the shots
Addicted to filling unfillabel voids and remembering a past of being soiled.
Naked, bare. Enduring the stare.
You dare to cut old wounds open and expect me to be broken?
I will find my mind and leave all this behind
I lock your pictures in the corner of my brain
And reassure you that you never ever deserved to be my man…
