I saw you break,
Right in front of me.
After all these years of my humility,
Out in the open for all of the world to see.
These lies,
You fed me so strategically,
For me to fall for - such a flagrant crime.
(You're running out of time).
Dress me in my well worn shame.
For being me - do not forsake.
The fool I've been, written on my face.
Point the finger for the blame.
Digging me my own grave.
I feel such shame,
When you look at me.
When surrounded by my oblivion.
To all of the things you have done to the third party.
This pain - the end will meet the means,
Then you'll be nothing short of a memory.
But right now.
I'm holding back on my anger.
I'm crying at every slander.
I'm seething under the surface.
I'm hanging on the precipice.
If watching you with such scrutiny,
Is as easy as you tell me.
How could this go unnoticed?
I'm through with you and your clenched fists.
(I'm through with all your betrayals ample,
Consider yourself dismissed).
Dress me in my well worn shame.
For being me - do not forsake.
The fool I've been, written on my face.
Point the finger for the blame.
Digging me my own grave.
I spent so long wasting my time
On all these things that aren't worthwhile.
I grabbed at straws, in denial.
Serves me right.
(You're running out of time).
Dress me in my well worn shame.
For being me - do not forsake.
The fool I've been, written on my face.
Point the finger for the blame.
Digging me my own grave.