...no one hits like you,
Charlotte your words stills beats me under,
cutting me senseless without being around,
moving on but I need stitches,
all twisted rattling down to my core,
a ghost in my eardrum stalking my senses,
get out of my head, you have sentenced me to hell,
your used me in ways making angels drop there wings,
demons would crawl back under rocks in honor,
your nothing but a black widow left me for dead.
Wander alone trough this hell...