You are a spitfire,
you are a run and gun,
I was a goner before you even spoke.


You saw me coming from the start.
I had this coming from the start.

You stabbed me in the back, but I will never forget you.
I will never forget.


I didn't know I was playing with the wolves,
claws in my back, I was clenched in your jaws.
You bled me dry of everything I had,

and I know that you loved it.

Now I can see you for what you are.


You pray on the weakest of souls,
you are a walking cliche,

you are the sickness inching its way towards my heart.

I'm infected by your name,

and influenced by your games.
You are cunning and full of life,
armed with a knife.


I can't find a way to stop the decay,
I'm watching the day as it slowly fades away.

It fades away.

I was a pawn from the start,

waiting to be cast aside.
I played the cards I was dealt,
and lost the clothes off my back.


How can you have peace of mind,
knowing everything you are is a lie?

You are the reason that I can't sleep.
You are the reason that I can't breathe.