My assumptions were correct I've just been officially "used"/
Heart slowly disintegrated like a new book that was just perused/
Girl, confused, as my story becomes interrupted/
Thoughts snatched from my body which had already been corrupted/
Blinding passion or compassion? I just can't seem to be mad/
I'm upset that I've lost the love that I always knew I never had/
Could this be bad? The concept itself has no remorse/
Jarring emotional trauma is the definition of my discourse/
All because of attempted intercourse, my eyes have begun to redden/
Blank slate of a stare in which my nerves have become deadened/
Pupils fixed on the light, hoping it'll take me far away/
Because today, in a way, my world was set ablaze....