Backlash
I prodded around in your past and drew blood,
So there's no wonder why you've been stuck in the mud.
Had you done as I said,
You wouldn't be here,
Or wish yourself dead,
That'll come in time, dear.
I don't want to hurt you,
But you've just got to learn.
See what you got yourself into?
You took another wrong turn.
So try as you might,
To stay sane through the night,
But your heart is clenched tight;
You can't win this fight.