Your Punk Ass
I'm over your bullshit
I'm over your lies,
Your empty promises,
Your crocodile cries.
I refuse to coddle you any longer
You wear me down
Instead of make me stronger.
You paralyze me, hypnotize me
And tell me that it's good to give away
I let you drain me of all my kindness
I let you drown me in my own dismay.
You're not going to win anymore
Fuck your punk ass,
Get off of my floor.
I'm stronger than this,
I can be better
I can fight for myself
And make the world better.
I don't need you here anymore
I won't let you back in.
I won't let you kill me,
I won't let you win.
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