Broken, beaten, shattered, and alone. This once warm heart has turned to a heart of stone. They ask and they get, then take out another loan. Friends will patch you up and then break another bone. Once their cover is blown, you'll be left for dead. So stop mending broken hearts and start aiming for the head.
This much is consistently true... Others will always fail you. Your efforts are of no importance, it doesn't matter what you do. Your friends will walk away, and your family will too. When you're at your weakest, they'll leave right on cue. When you're in need, look to yourself. Channel your hate, and leave love on the shelf.
Destroy those that wish you to be gone. When you see a weed growing, mow your lawn. Manipulate the King so that he may be your pawn. Elevate the pedestal on which you stand upon. This is the dawn of the beginning of your time to shine. Repeat to yourself, "This world is mine."
You have no time to share. When they beg, you mustn't care. To the entitled, that just isn't fair. But there's no room on your shoulders to shoulder the burdens they bear. So they poke and they stare, and they wait for the bear to awaken... They thought you were gentle, but they were mistaken.
Your slumber is short because the needy always need. They're unwilling to earn yet so full of greed. They want you when they need you, but where are they when you bleed? And speaking of blood, they should have heeded your warning: When you poke the sleeping bear you won't live to see morning.
This much is consistently true... Others will always fail you. Your efforts are of no importance, it doesn't matter what you do. Your friends will walk away, and your family will too. When you're at your weakest, they'll leave right on cue. When you're in need, look to yourself. Channel your hate, and leave love on the shelf.
Destroy those that wish you to be gone. When you see a weed growing, mow your lawn. Manipulate the King so that he may be your pawn. Elevate the pedestal on which you stand upon. This is the dawn of the beginning of your time to shine. Repeat to yourself, "This world is mine."
You have no time to share. When they beg, you mustn't care. To the entitled, that just isn't fair. But there's no room on your shoulders to shoulder the burdens they bear. So they poke and they stare, and they wait for the bear to awaken... They thought you were gentle, but they were mistaken.
Your slumber is short because the needy always need. They're unwilling to earn yet so full of greed. They want you when they need you, but where are they when you bleed? And speaking of blood, they should have heeded your warning: When you poke the sleeping bear you won't live to see morning.
