Bitter Beneath

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[Intro]

Don’t call it love when it leaves me to rot

Your hands held hunger — not what I thought

[Verse 1]

You said I bloomed, but you just plucked

Fingers sweet, but soaked in muck

Fed me lies like overripe fruit

Sticky tongues, and twisted roots

Said I’m the garden, but you held the spade

Planted guilt in every shade

Called me Eve, then made me sin

Worshipped me just to get under skin

[Pre-Chorus]

You love to bite, but never bleed

Take what you want, then make me need

I bore the weight, the stain, the cries

While you stayed clean in your disguise

[Chorus]

You eat, you eat, you eat from me

Then curse my taste, then let me bleed

I'm not your peach, your cherry ripe

I'm rage in bloom, I’m heat, not ripe

You want soft flesh, you want me still

But I have thorns, and I will kill

Call it bitter, call it wild

But I’m no longer docile

[Verse 2]

Tore my dress and blamed my skin

Said "she asked for it" with a saintly grin

You write me into stories, mute

While I drown in red, while you play flute

No prayers left for men like you

Who take and twist and call it true

I gave you soul, you gave me shame

Now I burn your gods in my own name

[Pre-Chorus]

You crave the fruit, but not the root

Choke on the pulp, forget the truth

I fed you love, you called it spite

Now I feed you wrath tonight

[Chorus]

You eat, you eat, you eat from me

Then curse my taste, then let me bleed

I'm not your peach, your cherry ripe

I'm rage in bloom, I’m heat, not ripe

You want soft flesh, you want me still

But I have thorns, and I will kill

Call it bitter, call it wild

But I’m no longer docile

[Bridge]

You made your bed with my remains

Now sleep with ghosts who know my name

You won’t touch what’s grown from pain

This body’s mine — and unashamed

[Final Chorus]

You eat, you eat, you eat from me

But I’m the one who holds the seed

I’m not your feast, I’m not your rite

I’m flame, I’m fangs, I won’t recite

So bite again — I hope it stings

I’m not your plaything, not your wings

Call it bitter, call it wild

But I’m no longer…

[Outro]

...your child.




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