Did you fit inside her?   Can you make her bleed?   Did she cry for you?   Because she cries for me (bleeds for me?)      She acted like it was no big deal    When he cut off the maiden’s head      But did it make you feel like a man?   The blood was all over your hands   God, I could just smell him all over you      Where did you let his hands travel?   Your lips aren’t foreign territory to me      Was his touch soft?   Did he get you wet?   And did you ache for him?      And beg him to hold you down into submission?   Did you like (re: love/lust) it?   Was his grip stronger than mine?      Did he cut off your goddamned wings   And keep you on the fucking ground?   And now the blood is on your hands      The blood is all over your hands   I’ve washed mine clean…