Cause I'm not like other people, she tried explaining things. 

I've dipped in pure evil, the rain hasn't poured like my sins. 

Hasn't washed the urge away.

Fractured my morals, as I just stood amazed. 

Impacted by photos and being latched in her choke hold.

I could ask for tomorrow, she’ll just lash out and wallow.

I relapse because I’m hollow, all of those innocents she’s strung along.

The weight of her mischief has left imprints on us all.