All I have to do is expose your name,
tell a story of pain,
and watch as all the of the control
gets ripped right out your hands.
Stolen.
Snatched.
Just like I was.
Now, you will have to hear my laughter,
unable to stop me breaking free.
Sooner or later, you will feel the fire,
stumbling on your stuttering words,
trying to justify why your wrong
could ever have been right,
And I will be watching with popcorn,
as you burn in the merciless flames of your own lies,
which will send you straight to hell,
and nobody in this world will weep goodbye.
