Wicked

I’m not the first to be wicked and narrow
you cannot hurt me anymore
you sucked me dry of my poisonous marrow
you cannot hurt me anymore
I’m not the first to be naked and shallow
you cannot touch me anymore
you spit me out like a fure you can’t swallow
you cannot touch me anymore
I felt the sting of outside looking inside
you will not take the fall
I left the course of holding onto hard times
you will leave at all