You thought I was weak
Ha
You thought I couldn’t handle it
Ha
You thought if you were sweet you would get somewhere
Ha
You thought that you had me all figured out
Ha
You thought I was invisible
Ha
You thought that I could never get anywhere in life
Ha
You underestimate me

it’s a mark not like a cut
and not like a bruise
it’s a symbol of all the determination
and everything we have and will choose

thought you may pass it aside
it holds a large story
just listen to it
and you will be able to hear it’s worry

it hasn’t been used it quite awhile
it’s once decorated finger now bare
it sits on a chair melted in salt and beer
it’s as if you don’t care

It was used for resting a fresh led pencil
and the metallic smell of the pens ink
but now it just sits in a puddle of sorrow
waiting and waiting to think

why is poison so loving?
when it knows death is my fate
the poison fulfills my pleasures
my lungs inhale and then deflate

it calms me down
but it’s just a stab in the back
that two faced poison
self control is what i lack

i fell in love with this poison
not knowing death was it’s mate
i soon came to knew death was vengeful
and i regret taking the poison on a date

you turned my insides black
i regret that we ever met
your smoke blinds me
you two faced cigarette