This Is For You

What’s the point in tears?
You just pretend they’re not there.
Why scream when no one really hears?
You just laugh at me anyways.

You call me a stupid bitch.
I must be cuz I’m with you.
You say I’ll end up dead in a ditch.
No, you’re mistaking me with you.

Go ahead, touch me again.
I’ll put bleach in your dinner.
Killing might be a sin,
But I’d rather face Satan.