If you could assign a flavour to an emotional state, it would be lemon.
Not lemon juice, or lemon Fanta, or lemon cheesecake - pure. lemon. Direct from
the segment. The sharpness, is caustic. It burns. It grabs hold of the tendons
inside your face and pulls, like a Quaker pulling a rope to raise the side of a
Her name was even lemon-like. Melanie…
She didn’t do it to my face, by the way. It was by Twitter. Twitter! She
tweeted Katie Price. Fucking Jordan. ‘How do I tell my boyfriend- blah blah
Price didn’t respond.
I deserved it for sure,
But as the bruises grew,
I grew confused.
I was angry.
It wouldn't let you hear my words
That voice in your head
That told you to Kill me
Twice. Once with a wedding gift.
A fist became a foot
And a foot became that knife,
but that wasn't all
Because the blood
Needed a life
And I was scared.
You scared me and that wasn't right.
I shouldn't be scared;
I was Your man.
Not a real man,
but a fool of a man.
Not an actual man, he's that man far away.