Used and abused by the love I thought you meant
By the sick, twisted games you play
When I have nothing else but to dream
Hoping you’ll learn to love what you hate
The game’s not fun anymore, but a waste
A waste of what could be. One day, you’ll see
But the thought of death in the back of my mind
Like a fly in your ice cream
Spoils the flavour
The thought of dying, losing breath
Spurs me on to live, make the most, do what I can
Cold, six feet under
Coffin as my shelter, no rain on my face
Maybe it won’t be as bad it says on the packet
People will walk over where I lie beneath
Disturbing my supposed hallowed sleep
My mind will awaken
Remember the past
All the sordid things you did, my smiles all a farce
I’ll haunt you as you dream
Turn them into a horror play in your head
Make you wish it was you who’d died instead
But for now, I watch my life and trust crumble
Into a flaky mess on the carpet, dirtying the floor
Death waiting for me behind the door,
Around every bend, to set me free
I wait,
I wait to be free from the horror of living with you
