Blisters on my fingers
From the torment
You've put me through.
Cruel is your soul
Mouth full of foulness
Stone cold heart
That has frozen me in place.
Never anything nice to say
Always blame and criticize
Hypocritical to your own lies.
I'm part of your slavery
Subjected to your self-righteousness
Less than a dog
Not having my own kennel.
I wished for an angel
They sent me a faulty product
Or maybe the fault is in me
Not knowing how to use you.
Yes, that must be it
It's been happening repeatedly
I'm not good enough
I need to stop complaining
And be satisfied
With what i'm given
Because that's all i'm worth.