I was struck by your glassy eyes Paralysed by the anxiety Sun crossed the sky i was waiting for you to call Self-loathing does never leave I was struck by your confusion Anxious to see you again And feel my heart to paralyse Trembling legs splashing a puddle made of grieve I am that girl The other The lover The serpent under covers Home wrecking Whore waiting for him at the foyer Out and about Fucking at the canal I chose the way Of living my own personal downfall I am writing our story with the drying blood of passion Cause the closest thing to love i feel Is chemistry obsession I was struck by the end of the everlasting dream Of marriage and kids Out and about Looking for amazement But the trouble is Trouble is all there is