The spider

So much I've kept inside, so much I want to say.
This pen's the gun and it's pointed at your face.
For all the times you've made me feel so small.
I'm better off without you, and I'm better too.
You say to grow up and get out of the past but he still has the scratches left on his back.
The act replays inside my head.
And still he tastes of both your sweat.
My imagination is far worst.
Your knees are filthy with the dirt.
Sing the song of lust you do it best.
She's the spider.
Your lipstick bleeds upon his chest.
She's the spider.
Sing someone else's name, sing to me.
I've heard it times before, I'll hear it times again.
We'd still be fine if it wasn't for your friends.
I never knew breaking hearts looked so cool.
But then I never thought I'd hear it come from you.
I hoped you liked to teach and show our favorite ways so that he knows.
Sing the song of love you do it worst. Don't hold your breath I did it first.