Broken, Beaten, Standing
Don't you think for a second you have the upper hand.
You think you're invincible.
You hide behind your makeup, your tramp clothes, your fake friends.
You are nothing, you stand for nothing, you live for nothing.
You don't fight your own battles, you cower behind those who you think like you. If you have not noticed, which you haven't, no one really likes your personality. They just like your body, and how easy you are to get in bed.
And the saddest part is, is that I loved you.
Boy, how fucking stupid I am.
Oh yeah, and I know you did it. I know you got them to beat the shit out of me. And I know exactly how. But instead of crucifying you in public, I have enough respect for my fellow people to keep my mouth shut. But don't you tempt me, don't you fucking tempt me.
These bruises will heal, these bones will be repaired, these wounds will close, this blood, replaced.
You think you've won, you think you have me begging for forgiveness. You have accomplished nothing. As you stick self-accomplishment up your ass, I recover, stronger than before.
And once my soul has calmed and recuperated, I'll be back...
... With a vengeance.