Don’t you act like you’re the victim.
When you’re the one who always left.
Don’t you leave me behind.
Don’t you claim your betrayal.
Don’t you act like you’re not fine.

But I’m the one who’s really dying.  
Don’t you act like you’re on fire.
But I am the one who’s burning.

We played a sorry game.
Hoping the other feels our pain.
We act like we are standing.
But we are drowning with the rain.

Hoping things are going to change.
But in the end they never really do.
You and I are stuck with some toxic glue.

Maybe you and I were never designed to see the light.
But to fight it out instead.

I stand in the ring, awaiting the alarm to ring.
So I could strike you with all the pain I have buried deep inside.

Let it out, ignite it with some fire.
Let the flames burn to ashes.

Because I want to leave the pain behind.
I want to leave the ache alone.
Lock it in a chest.  
Bury it in a dark room.