Nothing of My Own

You painted me red, I knew I was white
Stripped me of my birthright, renamed me Tristana
Did horrific things right before my eyes
And ruined my chances of a normal life

Everything you said went as right 
The blood you shed, 
I ought to have died right then
When you gave me that hostage speech.

I grew up to take things the wrong way
You motherfucking Nazi 
With a mouth like a lynch mob

I got no personality
Nor victim mentality
Now 
I hadn’t even known

I hope you rot worse 
And beg for yours

Is this why my eyes are so dark?
And my voice dulled? 
The knife was cleaned and thrown in the river,
The murders still linger,
Did the coroner really believe you? 

Did sweet mommy deserve a stomach pump ?

Do you know we all have secrets? 
And that i died before I began? 
Perhaps I could live, 
If I could live to tell.
No, nothing of my own.