You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me. You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I'm nothing. You with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded. You, picking on the weaker man.
You can take me down with just one single blow.
But you don't know what you don't know.
You with your switching sides and your wild-fire lies and you humiliation. You have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them. I walk with my head down trying to block you out cause I'll never impress you. I just wanna feel okay again.
I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold.