Juvenile

Your blonde locks covered in my blood
Knuckles bruised and swollen
The flag is burning in your hands, crucifixes hang from walls

You’re pretty on the outside
But your insides are grey and rotten
Mamma thinks your her little boy
Bad things happened in your head

You choked me and you wanted me dead

We played with guns, we thought it was fun
I never thought you’d do that again

We played with guns, we thought it was fun
I never thought you’d do that again