I have no sympathy
for your decline
your actions turn around on me
the mirror's getting harder to see
Fighting to take back and
break what is mine.
It's easy for you, in the dark,
to close your eyes and hit the mark
Run your mouth while your words diverge from truth
and there's something against you.
Grab the neck and wring it until it breaks
and there's nothing to save me.
It's not a time to be poetic, it's about gaining control
and assess this fucking mess that you're in.