End this suffering

You made a monster of me

Through all your wicked lies
Forever tortured by you
Abandoned at death's door

Until I said no more

Don't look away

You're just a former regret of mine
And when you want, just look away
You're just a former regret of mine

Erasing now

You made a rock star of me

Gave me this wicked life
Paid to be tortured by you
A life I now abhor

And still I say, no more

Think over all of the %#@! in your mind

Think over and come to grip with it
Think over all of the %#@! in your little twisted sick mind, all said