The fact of the matter is, I can't sustain this facade much longer
I'll pick myself up each time, right back up from the grounds you threw me on
Just for you to watch me squirm, and look me in the eyes to cement my failure
What do you want from me?
To be torn to bits, thrown to the scrap?
My brain littered all over walls?
I'll do my best to save you, you'll do your best to taunt me