My success is invisible
Sometimes I get nonverbal,
thinking about your poisonous words
and you're deadlier lies.
And yet, I'm still the one that sees you,
That sees through,
Believe me, I tried to do,
All of it,
by myself.
Call it what you want
I cant conform to your font.
You don't get to tear down these walls,
Like all your ghostly haunts.
No not anymore,
This is a happy story.
