To let you bring me down to your level, would be like you telling me to dig my grave, and here’s your shovel.
Shove the blade further into my heart.
Better yet give it to me and I’ll start.
That tired old line still plays in my head.
If I hear it again, I’ll wish I was dead.
“I won’t do you like they did.”
Yeah, the words from the mouth of a kid.
Tell me all of your sweet, sweet lies.
Then please ignore all of my cries.
Promises of happiness and love,
Just ripped away like a cheap plastic glove.
Being played with like a new game,
Then to be tossed out is a real shame.
Don’t you dare point your finger at me.
Step back and reflect, then you shall see.
I was the one who gave up everything, and in return got nothing.
I packed my bags and started a new.
I do owe you my undying gratitude.
Thanks for opening my eyes, and letting me see.
The only one I’ll ever need… is me.
