Where is the boy I played childish games with?
I played robber, you played cop
I was the bandit with the flaw for honesty
And you were a cop with a taste for perks
You even had a thirst for bruises then
As long as they were not your own
So what happened, I’m trying to understand.
Do not try your lawyer talk with me
They read every single word I write
The way I remember our childhood is
A power game based on affection
Doled out by a tired woman with no time
To be a mother; nothing’s changed
Self-defence; ’bout time you heard my plea.
– Little Ginge x