Never again will I over explain
all my actions to you.
Your face turns sour, I gave you the power
to do what you’re going to do.
When you got me scared, I wasn’t prepared,
and so I pandered to you.
You justified your torture,
and scared me into silence.
You punished me and made me sick,
by using mental violence.
Short term gains is all you got,
terror can’t force love.
As for those bad memories
that you can’t push and shove,
I’ll send them with all their pain
to my God above.