Every action has a reaction
The seeds already been planted
He's laughing in my face and screaming in my head
She is none the wiser
I hear the story about a hundred fucking times
And it always ends the same
His blood will soon be mine
I know I should start again
I should have burned those fucking pictures
But I can't bring myself to accept
I remember the look in his eye
As I forced the blade into his chest
And I try to reason with these voices
So insecure and so weak inside of me
And after everything he's put me through I still died much too soon
Voices in my head pull me apart
Voices in my head still haunt me