Let me get this straight but I think it's too late.
You want me to compromise well I don't think I relate.
You presented the olive branch.
You condemned the dissent.
You proceeded to run your mouth and the situation was set.
I don't think that you understand – I'm sick of your lies and now I think that it's time.
I'll say it again and again – you're lucky to be alive.
I don't know where they went - all the days that I spent.
I can taste the regret and all the nothingness left.
But I just can't forget that you played me like you did when I had you pegged and I knew just who you were and I had my concerns but I thought I'd let you in.
So this is where we begin – with all the trouble you've been.
Now we sever the strings – see what the future brings.