I heard him call me a bitch,
cause I'm being too loud.
But baby I'm in battlefield
all alone with no sword.
I see his coffee brown eyes,
as he pointed his cold sharp knife.
What a sour sight, is this the boy
who asked me to be his life.
But what a sour sight darling,
I think you've missed your aim.
You're playing with the devil honey,
be focused on your game.
It's not purple glittered skies,
now blood moon is all I anticipate.
Tryna find out how, and since when
I have been this desperate.
May be it's the time when you
droped my hand, and forgot to hold it again.
Or maybe it's the time when you,
convinced yourself that I am in no pain
Maybe it's the time when I wanted you,
and waited in the fire.
Or maybe it's the time when I realised
and started to enquire.
