I raise my glass of empty hope
To you, I hope you fucking choke
To you I say the last amen
To you, my oldest, broken friend
To you I was another face
Another line for you to trace
So drunk on your own self esteem
Too fucked to end your selfish dream
Tell me my dear, what have you done?
To earn your place in everyone’s life
What do you know of fear?
Have you felt the edge of my knife?
You saw the bloodstains on my shirt
You’ll never know this kind of hurt
You’ll never feel the glances and stings
Of cut glass words with razor wings
You’ll never have this scarlet badge
You’re always good, I’m always glad
To bear your footprints on my back
Fuck you, you’re words were always slack
Tell me my dear, what have you done
To earn your place inside my head?
You give a pitying leer
Not listening to a word I said.
Show me your scars.
What have you done?