I like how you watched me fly
And laughed at me fall onto the back ally pavement.
My hope had said,
a few more minutes, a little while
And that was an hour or so, ago.
But see, I should'nt have thought
"what was wrong with me"
It should have been a question for you.
Why do I let you build me up
Anticipating the high
and god, I am torn down piece by piece
You make sure
it hurts.
