The taste of blood from a sister's love

Lied out on the grass, i can recall the taste of blood,
So, this is what sisters do to one another then?

I don't even recognise you anymore.
The sweet stench of cigerettes and cider fill the air.
as i receive another kick in the face.

My sweet little sister's now unrecognisable,
as she stands behind the thugs she calls her friends.

I guess i tried to protect you from the life i once lived.
but as i heard the taunts and the laughter,

all I recall,
was you delievering the last blow.
the taste of my own blood,
the smell of defeat in the air.

and knowing you chose drugs over me.