What will she do, what will she say?
How can she possibly fuck me over again this way?
I know it’s not true, I know it’s in my head.
But this feeling I have is fearing and dread,
of the possible truth from the lying mouth.
It’s raising questions in my head: Do I really doubt?
She speaks as if she means it, but is it all true?
That these thoughts from her mouth are coming from you?
Her next move is sinister, evilly cruel.
I’m fighting for my sanity in an eternal duel.
Is what she saying the truth? What will she say?
I can’t wash this feeling of anger away.
Rage toward her life is what I will show. Rage toward her body is what she will know. I’m not going to live with this feeling anymore. I’m going to show that bitch who’s really the whore.
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