You desired me to understand, wanted me to be a friend.
You turn your back, overlook the drowning hand. You wanted revenge, you wanted it to be an end.
Begging to believe, you got the best of me. I was the change, you moved forward but still stuck in same.
To be victor, you long for the moment to leave the final lasting mark. The kind to illuminate in the dark.
You get what you get, that's a funny saying. Who will give you what you give, if what you give is outlash from the payback of what you got from what you gave?
You're sitting high and mighty, up above in that head. What'll happen when you're the one left for dead?
But I wouldn't wish that on you. I'm not the one saying I'm better, I'm just the one saying I grew farther in that matter, along with many others.