i hate the metallic aftertaste
when i swallow my emotions
the feeling of hot blades in my throat
scorching and slicing from the inside
i never planned to be victimized
or to have to disguise
the remains of your rage on my face
or how to smile through the lies
who can i run to, who i can tell?
who has the keys to unlock the gates
of my private Hell?
where should i go if i’m not going to stay
since your version of love
will pursue me anyway?