Your Sick Little Dream

You’ll never know how many real tears slipped down my cheeks
Because you were never there to count
You’d make me feel bad
In fact, I starved my self thinking it was what you wanted
Died my hair dark
Wore low cut shirts around you
Acted like a complete skank, because I knew it was what you wanted
But here I stand, the tears slowing slipping down my cheeks once again
And there you stand, arms crossed, smirk on your lips.
Is this funny to you?
Is this how you treat a girl who you’re supposed to care for?
But I’ll never know,
Because you start to fade into darkness that surrounds us
I pinch myself to make sure that I’m still awake
I am
But you’re not
This is all your sick little dream
Maybe I’ll never know
What really flows through your mind?
Probably nothing
Because all you think with
Is the club swinging between your legs.