No. 10

you enter my mind,
and cut like a knife,
im hung out to dry,
and now im twisting in the wind.

battered and brusied.
disgustingly guilty.

your a lie that wont wash off,
im a stain that wont come clean,

i wont come clean.

yes theres blood on my hands,
and our lies they wont come clean,

i wont come clean.