Tell me something 'bout the hurt that you felt And the hand you've been dealt And the abyss that you dwelt in Tell me all about the things that you lost And the unthinkable cost of a life held in contempt How you broke it's fingers in pure disgrace How you got rid of your spine and you spit in it's face Don't need you and your 'i'm fines' You treaded over me but i'm still alive Alive and well My own living hell Over a frozen soul you can't hold your spell Witch Now tell me something 'bout the real you The one that bathed in perfection and was never true The one who severed all the compound ties With reality and seeing through clear eyes Brag about the hardships that you never felt Good intentions only came from the hand you've been dealt So f*ck you