Nobody Knows

Those words burn, like an open wound with salt.
Killing infection, saying all my fault.

Twisted are my hands, my wicked mind in reverse.
Choking his thoughts, i like it perverse.

Nobody knows that i sometimes lie.
Underneath headphones,infantile, i cry.

Never doing what's right, what's good or proper.
Pushing me to be you, a taste, like copper.

I'll never be that girl, never the perfect one.
"Mommy's little angel"? Forget that, I'm done.

But nobody knows that i sometimes lie.
Underneath headphones,infantile, i cry.