I'd step on glass to make you happy
Praying I don't bruise my feet
I'd give all my love for the little attention I seek
Draining my heart completely
I'd ride with you to the moon and back
But you are so full shit it's wack
I'd give the last dime in my pocket
I guess that's why you were "locked in"
I'd give everything you've ever wanted
You chose abusive fights and arguments
I gave you the most
And you played me like a joke
you couldn't make a mess out of me
But you were very close
