Got a hole in your head
Flowing, selfish greedy
Childish, always needy
Wishing I was dead
Yeah, you're the bomb
Exploding, pessimistic
Psych ward, narcissistic
'Cause you're a bad mom
Trapped for weeks on end
Grass stained embedded fury
You play pretend, try to lure me
Try to break me, good thing I only bend
Paint a picture of perfection
The colors seep and turn to black
Telling others I attacked
Forging that I'm the misconception
All I wanted was love
Unconditionally, without trauma
Your vine you weave is drama
Down in the mud I'm shoved
Yeah, you're bluffing
Exploding, pessimistic
Psych ward narcissistic
'Cause you're nothing