Hands tied up with nothing to hold.
Eyes dilated and skin trembling like exposing to winter.
My mind knows what to act but my heart refuses to feel a thing.
How can you know which is left or right if fog is clouding your sight?
Perfect smile and pale skin is what I see in the mirror.
But, those cuts and bruises hidden in my heart made me utter sweet lies.
Was push in the corner and legs spread wide.
And you were just doing nothing, just your words tell those things.
You made love overrated,
A mask, and
Love turned toxic.