He might as well have made me bled
Now everyday I thrive in spite
Still his body haunts my head
I have nightmares now about that bed
When he chose to move against the light
He might as well have made me bled
I wish so much I could have fled
or that I could forget that night
Still his body haunts my head
Non-consent should go unsaid
when booze and nerves are in your sight
He might as well have made me bled
After all the times I've said
I did not want him, now I write
Still his body haunts my head
My trust now hanging from a thread
and memories that give a bite
He might as well have made me bled
Still his body haunts my head
