Nobody notices the cord choking my speech my hands search frantically to write what I think Nobody smells my perfume mixed with semen unwanted or my fingers splattered with saliva not mine I guess you can't open my eyes and read the pages 'cause they're full of unfinished phrases
And I feel so unclean tonight though I've scrubbed my hands raw and bleeding to wash them pure of the blotted ink
I can't close my ears to the sound of breath leaking like poison and drowning my cries I cannot help but be allergic to touches of skin it brings back too much that I don't want to feel The deed's been done, the price has gone unpaid and now I'm stolen and all of my worth is drained
And I feel so unclean tonight though I've scrubbed my hands raw and bleeding to wash them white of the blotted ink
-Sarah Goodbye you liar, Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything Then you think you will inspire Take apart your head (and I wish I could inspire) Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
You'll have more Richele than you can handle. 
