How did the warmth taste?
How did the burning sun caress and kiss my face?

You knew they knew you knew.
You just kept going with it.

you nor your mother 
would ever dare to pluck 

Where she wishes her headphones
Were as loud as speakers

Yeah sticks and stones may break my bones
But words, they have unearthed me

perhaps its the way my mind
accumulates things

Feeling miserable, but pretty 
What a deadly combination 

how do you know you're being attacked by demons, yet question your belief in God?