Bite marks, lipstick smudge, watery mascara
I'm pain, hurt, hear-ace and anxiety
Fighting paranoia
disappointment
An a addiction to all things consumable

I sign myself in to rehab just to break the rules and I enjoy being in the spotlight during the group sessions
"Hello everyone, I I'm queen of hearts and I'm addicted to self destruction"

I'm broken, used and recycled
My heart carries an armour build ny anger, revenge and self belief
aanf my heart has been raped, stomped on and abused
someone even turned out heir cigarette there four years ago and i tried to put the fire out with salt and rolled around on the ground in the south london clubs smoking area
He later needed my help, but i let them rob him of his dignity

I wear my fighting scars like jewellery, and when a friend of a love said she's scared of me, it was the most beautiful compliment she could have given

I wanted to be scared, run, leave, and finally let me be alone-me, just so i could conquer my fears
I speak like a rude boy from South, dance like a dj and walk like i am everything you want to be

Its not a facade, its not a game, its not a role i play
It acting on what time
And repeated disapointment have made me

I was safe there
In the tower of my castle graded by friends whom became family
I was happy there
In the kingdom without trust and extensive paranoia for everything

I danced, kissed and didn't give a fuck as if there was no tomorrow

Then you came
You
Who took me off guard and tore my drug protected stone walls down

You did not fight with me
You did not annoy, angry or bore me

And as we by the hands of London's underground club scene became more then just you and me

We created for us an reality in which i could store my emotions on my Nectar
And use when necessary
I climbed down from the tower
And i will finally, finally lay down my sword