If you write me a song then I'll make sure it hurts
You’ll never let go, you’re going to keep turning back around and telling me I’m wrong, I’m pathetic, I’m heartless.
Maybe I am evil, you fascinate me with your childish tantrums, I’m playing you for the worse.
Who are you running to now?
The cavalry are asleep whilst you cry over battles not your own.
You love him more than me, I get that.
I know.
You’re growing older and I’m getting stronger, one day I’ll watch you weep over a grave and laugh, because it’s close enough to be your own. Hypocrisy claims you and eats away at you like a cancer; you can feel it spreading but you won’t admit it, and when you lie in your bed breathing for the last time, I hope I’m there to smother you.
Are you proud of me now?
Let me go and watch me soar, I’ll burn before you can touch me.
Don’t miss me when everything is dark, and there’s no-one to see but yourself.
Don’t cry, it’ll only make me happier.
Am I satisfied?
Soon, when you’re gone.
Maybe I am evil, you fascinate me with your childish tantrums, I’m playing you for the worse.
Who are you running to now?
The cavalry are asleep whilst you cry over battles not your own.
You love him more than me, I get that.
I know.
You’re growing older and I’m getting stronger, one day I’ll watch you weep over a grave and laugh, because it’s close enough to be your own. Hypocrisy claims you and eats away at you like a cancer; you can feel it spreading but you won’t admit it, and when you lie in your bed breathing for the last time, I hope I’m there to smother you.
Are you proud of me now?
Let me go and watch me soar, I’ll burn before you can touch me.
Don’t miss me when everything is dark, and there’s no-one to see but yourself.
Don’t cry, it’ll only make me happier.
Am I satisfied?
Soon, when you’re gone.