You want to fight? Alright Let me get your gloves And tie my hands behind my back Because there's no point in a counter attack You don't care That's fact Every word i say to you is just thin air Arguing that all your low blows are fair And your violence twords me? It's all acceptable crazy And my "FUUCK YOU!" retort is blasphemy i have to accept your every issue Acknowledge what you have and are currently going through And for the most part i do But when it comes to anything to do with me All of a sudden you can't see What happened to "we"? Conveniently disappearing quickly Replaced with a lowly "me" This isn't a reality that i want to live anymore So this time when i paddle out i'll sink the ore There'll be no more attempts to return to shore