WHAT A SAINT

four years of hell you advertised as paradise

you played me well and i’m the one who pays the price

escaped your cell but i was still left traumatized

ruined my mental health and then just moved on with your life

in four weeks you found your newest victim

another young girl for you to play with

she’s eighteen and you’re eleven years apart

and you’ll blame her after you break her heart

just like you did me and the two who came before

oh poor thing, we hurt you so much you had to walk right out the door

always the victim, never to blame

you drive all your girlfriends insane

do you think it’s a coincidence we got more and more depressed?

you sucked the life out of us and still blamed us for that

‘cause if we had you, we couldn’t be sad

and we were just lazy if we were too miserable to get out of bed

to cook and clean and serve

and spread our legs every night

it didn’t matter if it hurt

and we had to want it every time

‘cause if we didn’t, we were the bad guy

so we had to force ourselves

but we were still always the villains

you paint the picture so well

oh, what a saint!

what a victim!

so much pain!

and they believe it

and so do you

you act so well you buy this too.