I should have known not to take that train I should have seen his words for what they really were All I can do now is stand here as my blood drips off my face and lands in the cold stream The hot scarlet hardly even leaves a mark Washed downstream before I can take a second glance That’s all I was to him, just another victim, another drop in the ocean of his vileness Another girl he couldn’t wait to devour and ruin I look at my murky reflection and I wonder if this scar will ever properly heal Even if it does I know the memory of this night will haunt me forever