Did it ever happen, it's never truly clear. The fog surrounding all the events that happened here. Branded deep within your mind, the markings and their pain surging through. Yet he still makes you doubt, the nightmare he put you through.

The confusion begins to set in, and sweet lies he's whispering in your ears. The scuff marks of your mind are now hiding away, he'll gaslight each day. You're never really mentally there, your memories become your uncertainties. The scars start to cover up, he'll gaslight you up.

Even through this never-ending madness however, you still hear a faint voice, a reminder of the past. Of the memories that torment you, telling you that it's all really real. Telling you that you're not crazy, that what you felt was reality.

But confusion continues to cloud your mind, and whispers continue to deafen your logic. The scuffs now hid away, gaslighting each day. Your mind is never clear, your memories become your uncertainties. The scars all covered up, he's gaslighting you up.

The questions that fill your mind, they're only meant to throw you off his trail. But don't let him distract you, you mustn't let him prevail. For no matter the amount of denying, nor the number of strings he's pulled, history of your past will forever remain. The outside may not see it, but your mind remains unstable. All you plead is for some clarity, a fleeting moment of defined truth.

Still the confusion lingers near, the sweet lies whispered continue to block out the truth. The scuff marks remain covered up, he's gaslit you up. You're mentally burnt out from it all, the memories now stay uncertain. Your scars he forced to be covered up, he's gaslit you up.