I’m not a skeleton.
I’m not a lich.
I’m not a ghoul.
And I’m not a witch.
Shoot me with silver.
Steak me in the head.
It doesn’t matter now.
I’m already dead.
My heart was ripped out.
And shoved in my face.
It was torn up in shreds.
Before it bled to the floor.
I won’t call you a b***h.
I won’t call you a w***e.
I just want one favor.
And its to patch up this hole.
The next time we met.
You didn’t talk very much.
‘cept for that one part.
When ya bragged ‘bout love.
It hurt me inside.
I looked like I was glad.
But I fooled you all.
Cause you were naïve.
I saw someone new.
We talked for a bit.
I was finally noticed.
And the hole had been patched.
You ripped at my heart.
You left it in shreds.
You left me alone.
But had someone else...
Clean up the mess.