I Wouldn't Kick Her Out Of Bed For Eating Crackers
I was just another target
I was just (was I just?) the next victim
She stabbed me over and over with her sharpened lies
Those eyes cut like the blade of a knife
Craved my flesh with her razor tongue
Such barbed and serrated words
You saw right through me
Ripped right through me
I am not a target
I am not a victim
You can't have me
No la echaría de la cama por comer galletas
Era solo otro objetivo
Era solo (¿era solo yo?) la próxima víctima
Me apuñaló una y otra vez con sus mentiras afiladas
Esos ojos cortaban como el filo de un cuchillo
Ansiaba mi carne con su lengua afilada
Palabras tan punzantes y dentadas
Me viste a través
Me destrozaste
No soy un objetivo
No soy una víctima
No puedes tenerme
Escrita por: B.J. Stevens / Justin Collins / Matthew H. Rudzinski / Matthew Rudzinski