Ironic it seems that you pass on the blame
forgiving, receding and naming the game.
Calloused by hurtful comments you spit
I'm collapsed in a heap yet you don't give a shit.
Metaphorically speaking, you kick me and curse
I can't take anymore, you make me feel worse.
Liberal swigging of the vodka intake
I can't fall anymore, nothing else left to break.
