Tired of pleasing your vicious eyes,
Done dreaming for your applause,
Letting go might hurt me more,
If it's the prize, fine!
I 'm itching to slam the door.
You never understood me,
So do I when it comes to you,
I measure my steps,
Counting my every breath,
But the fall is always mighty,
No one bothered to catch me.
So, yes, I quit being a menace,
I'll live with the circumstances,
Life with you was deadly hard,
My heart and soul's,
Chunked, stomped and marred.
