Tell On Me

I knew you were there I waited for you to sit on the desk I wanted you to hear me say it Slashed up markings engraved on the outside of my right leg I wanted you to know who created them The one who sits in the front row and laughs nervously The one you talk down to As if you could see through my encased self and into my vulnerbility It will never be enough Even if you knew It will never stop I will always want more