Crush

I'll remember your scream, as I slit your heart open.
I'll take what's mine!
I'm done pretending I'm okay.
These cuts on my wrist won't quit bleeding.

Yet you stand and blame me.
Not tonight darling, no more blaming, just screaming.
I'll get my revenge.
Even if I have to rip it off you.

7 years of taking it out on myself, tonight's your turn.
Don't you love me baby? Don't you want me honey?
Try to get the best of me, I'll drown you with your own blood.
I'll even take a sip of you, from under my nails.