I had my heart broken once and I’ve been
breaking them ever since. A little retaliation
for a man’s sin. Couldn’t get back at him so I
turned against his kind. Who are you to call
me a monster if in my shoes you never walked
Is this what I wanted? It never was and never
will be but circumstances are the mother of
unfortunate consequences. He ripped my chest
opened, thought my heart was a toy. Now I just
preach what he taught.
When I told him he created so much anger inside
me I had to kill him or take my anger out on every
man to come after him, he said to go for it.
Protecting himself, he set me off to hurt everyone else.