This was your last chanc to be a part of what you never deserved.
My grip was loosened as you slipped away.
And now you lie to yourself.
You did this to yourself, cry your tears.
Harlot, you'll taste regret; it burns your throat.
Who will be the new whipping boy?
I hope you taste me as he slides down your throat.
You fucking whore.
Swallow regret, swallow your soul.
Spit at your fears.
Spit at your loneliness; it won't make you less alone.
I would love to watch you rot from the inside out.
There is nothing more I'd want than to watch you fall apart.
You harlot, taste me in your tears.
You harlot, taste me in his cum.
You harlot.