You dig yourself into a hole,
you keep digging and digging,
making it impossible to exit.

A rope is handed down to you,
to help you out of the damp darkness.
You grab ahold, and pull.

We find each other on the same level,
Not because I helped you up,
but because you dragged me down.

You pull me down,
farther than I've ever been.
But I keep giving you the rope.

I climb, I reach new heights.
I'm lifted out of the hole,
But you stay behind.

You wonder where I'm going,
You are curious about the light.
You dig deeper
hoping to find light in the ground.

Then you get yourself stuck again,
So I tie and make the rope longer,
and drop it back down for you.

You don't climb,
You pull me down,
Again.

You are lonely down there,
alone in the damp darkness,
and you see vulnerable me.

Vulnerable me,
The one you know will always be there,
Even if you hurt me.

I'll stay,
and you know that.
You take advantage.

Take me for granted,
prized possession
Mishandled and Mistreated.

So go ahead,
drag me into the hole,
drag me deeper every time I try.

One of those times,
the rope may not come down,
because you pulled too hard,
and it snapped

But don't worry,
You'll find someone else to drag,
Someone else to call to your every need.

Someone else will come by,
see the poor innocent victim
and start building the rope.

Because that's what you do,
You're an opportunist,
you get what you want.

So go ahead,
drag me.
drag me to the grave.

Frankly, I don't give a ****.
Who do I care about?
The poor soul who is prey to your next move.

*They won't know what hit them