It's a fresh air when they're gone
when they vanish, in my hope of change
they took my sense of pride
gave me poisonous words
letting a rush of guilt, racing thru my fragile vains
So I swear I'd kill them all
I'll make them taste my super strength
where I let them in
and choke them out
Never will they laugh again
all they will see is just misery for them
and glory for me
Trying too hard has always been my vice
But it's better than laying on my back and wait for a shift on the perspective
it won't happen naturally
until I believe, the smuts in my hands
is the only answer to my own mistery~
