I'm Not Your Average Girl

I have the knife closed in my fist,
I don’t want to be home,
I want to be with you.

Why couldn’t you wait for me?
Did you hate me?
I wish you were here.

Tell me what you have to say for yourself.
Do you want me to tell you how I feel?
I could’ve let you go,
But I’m letting you stay,
Because of that voice, those eyes.

Don’t wander away from me,
I need you here.
Why can’t you understand?
I just don’t believe you anymore,
You haven’t been honest with me.
You’ve fell in love again,
With someone else.

I need you to be honest with me.
I have the knife hidden behind my back.
I loved you.

You said I was just your average girl.
I am not who you think I am,
I can be sexy, I can be lustful,
I can be a bitch.

I’m not that innocent girl you once loved anymore.
You destroyed everything,
I hope you rot in hell,
I hope you love eats your insides out.

I now have this knife,
I want you to stare at it,
Look at its gleam,
Its slivery shining,
Its sharp blade.

I’m going to past this knife on to the girls you’ve claimed,
And I hope one of them has the guts to plunge this in you.
Goodbye, you bastard.