I Know How the Mafia Would Handle This

And here we go again trying to conquer me with words Did you ever think that the weapon was inside you all along? And the way his smiled look next to yours I guess you’re not worried about your reputation And the way you were leaning back I guess you didn’t tell him yet But somehow they always know in the end Cover up your tracks and cover up that scar I’m sure it’s not the only one you got from him He lost everything he has he just doesn’t know it yet She likes to be alone always crying by the window Holding her heart in her hands, she lit a match and set it all ablaze She said, “oh, let it burn it wasn’t doing much anyways” She might be dramatic but she’s never lacked potential Her burning heart is now a trophy of her resilience