force of habit
habit of forcing me
God I should've punched him
God should've punished him
eye across the room again
glittering dark evil hate lust
wet with tears
you're married now creep!! She's even younger than me
Newly 18, bright eyed and ready
I weep for her future
I can't say more without the accusations
It's not jealousy for you
It's mourning her youth
She had what I wanted
I don't want her to get what I've gotten
But you slip up behind me
Slip my skirt up
it's just force of habit
no one saw them or now
But I'm crying and shaking
Still yours for the taking
No matter what I have to say













