there’s something brewing inside of me
No matter how hard I try
The flame just won’t die
The feeling of betrayal and abandonment
This thorn in my side feels like a broken rib
But wont stop until I finish
So make my enemies my footstool
Take them all off my list
Not the one to be played with.
Instead of raging I’m biding my time
For the day it will finally be goodbye
and Ill never ever run away.
teachquelle 