Story of Us Part II

I guess you think my wrath will only be limited to boyfriends,
How wrong you are.
You can get a story from every scar.
I still have those scars,
Of when you threw me down,
And hurt me.
You don't have to put love in the equation,
I'll make sure you'll be sorry.

I can still remember those people who held me down,
As they thrust a needle in my tiny child's arm.
I can still remember my own scream,
And I swear I heard you laugh.
You didn't think I'd forget that,
Did you?

You're going to be part of my stories,
And you'll regret,
How you picked on an easy target.
You and me,
Victim and enemy,
I'll have fun,
Writing the story of us.

Did you think I'd forget
How you stuck drawing pins into me?
Those fucking badges,
You'd take them off your shirt and into my skin.
You were just having fun,
But you didn't know what I went through,
And I'm not the kind to forgive and forget.
And keep my silence.

You're going to be part of my stories,
And you'll regret,
How you picked on an easy target.
You and me,
Victim and enemy,
I'll have fun,
Writing the story of us.

Yeah, and I remember you,
I told you all my secrets,
And you told them all away.
I didn't want my heart to become popular culture,
But it did, anyway.
Thank you.
I was naive.
You were just mean.

You're going to be part of my stories,
And you'll regret,
How you picked on an easy target.
You and me,
Victim and enemy,
I'll have fun,
Writing the story of us.

Next chapter

Year six I'll still remember how you taunted me,
Because I was changing,
And you were not.
There were things in my bag that you didn't know,
And it scared you,
So you scared me.
This was one race I just happened to win,
And even though you won all the others,
I know you still didn't like it.

You're going to be part of my stories,
And you'll regret,
How you picked on an easy target.
You and me,
Victim and enemy,
I'll have fun,
Writing the story of us.

You don't think I can do it,
But don't you worry.
One day, some day,
I'll make you say 'sorry'.
Maybe that day will be so far away that you'll forget about it.
But you've given yourself the cancer,
And it's gonna pop up years later.

Think about that.
Because now I must
Go and write the story of us.

The end.

Also inspired by 'The Story of Us'.