Childhood Sociopath

Back when we used to gather after school

And shoot some hoops or even pool

And you let me wear your hoodie

Cause even though we were ‘Just friends’

Everyone would know to keep their hands off

Because back then we were everything and nothing

And I think I told you no so many times, you knew I was bluffing

You always swore you’d wait until one day I’d break

But it seems my ability to outlast and outstay you

Really kept me the winner

That line is getting thinner

Back when we used to walk in the frost

And you’d take some perverse joy in the mere thought

That you could crush my frozen fingers with yours

And pretend that the pain was for a greater cause

Because back then we were everything and nothing

And I told you to fuck off far too fucking often

But you always swore you’d wait until one day I’d break

But you never really counted on a silly thing like fate

It kept me the winner

That line’s been getting thinner

Back when I wrangled the truth from you

In choked out sobs

Because my childish cruelty could never get enough

Not enough of you and being drunk on my power

And how I could still hurt you after your love turned sour

Because back then we were still everything and nothing

And I go back there in my mind ever so often

Just to visit that place

Of a comfy status quo

Just to find out what I already know

I will never be able to do as you

There’s one thing I love

And my ego gets bruised

So I set you on fire

And I played with the flames.

Whenever you fight back

It just means I win.

Destroyer of Worlds

I like to pretend that things unravel on their own

That I fold away the loose ends but they never really hold

I pretend that I‘m a seamstress

When I can‘t sew a stitch

I pretend that I‘m a sweet girl

When really, I‘m a bitch

And with a needle on my thread

I hem up the universe

At least I‘ll have you buying it

Until the second verse

Cause I‘d like to think I‘m trying

But it‘s hard to be so sure

When the yardstick that has mesured all my failures before

Lies broken on the ground and will not measure anymore.

I‘d like to be your savior

I‘d like to be your knight

I‘d like to be a lot of things but I can‘t even fight

You ask me what I am

As if I‘m sure to know

And maybe I‘m supposed to  have an answer fit to show

Please just stop insisting

That I‘m more than what I am

Sometimes definitions take the meaning by the hand.

Hey there, I am girl

It feels nice to say my name

I‘m sure if you forgot it, you‘d still recognize my face

I like watching you unravel

While I pretend to fix

All the little flaws that have lead you up to this.

I told you not to follow me

I told you stay away

The momentary pleasure is just far too much to take

Hi there I am girl

Destroyer of worlds

I‘ve got the needle and the thread, now tell me where it hurts?

I like to pretend that things unravel on their own

That I fold away the loose ends but they never seem to hold

If I can‘t see it coming, then it can‘t be my fault

I‘m not the one who pulls the string to watch as you unfold.

The Third Voice is Blind.

You better hope she knows what she‘s doing

Because all she has is venom

And she‘s part of your skin

You better hope it‘s not an act

Because you take her words

And you build on that

But you are not her words

You are more than her illusion

You can try to be your own eulogy

But it won‘t make sense

You‘re also part of her plans

And if she‘s wrong, I hope you‘ll still pick up

I hope you don’t think, that if you lose her

You lose yourself

She’s only the third voice

A notch in your shield is always a choice

You can sweep away all the meaning

And be left with nothing but truth

You shouldn’t just sit there and take it

You shouldn’t let her hurt you