too much and never enough
full of myself
blood and guts
i'm all heart-bleeding
no reasoning
sick and needy
plotting a plan
i'm a master at deceiving
but you're the one with a knife under your bed
who wouldn't know the truth
if it shot you in the head
you painted me the picture of desperation
jealous, bored housewife in need of inspiration
too much time on my hands, you said
while i built this life you so easily shred
i told you not to play with matches
you set this house on fire
on my knees to sift the ashes
I slept in a bed of unrequited desire
blackened body to the bone
you left me for dead, a walking ghost
you ripped me apart
limb from limb
portrayed me as a hunter
when I was the hunted
good graces turned into bygones
you chewed through your circle of friends
we all tried to protect the liar
who sat on a throne of misguided revenge
you lost the war and kept on fighting
brought it home and struck like lightning
never in the same spot more than once
if these walls could talk they'd say
we've had enough
i climbed (clawed)
my way back to the light
muffled the screams to hide the plight
kept my head up and eyes plastered forward
i turned a broken melody into a chorus
maybe i should say
thank you
for giving me someone to prove wrong
without your scathing rhetoric
i wouldn't have had the courage
to move on
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
too much and never enough
full of myself
blood and guts
i'm all heart-bleeding
no reasoning
sick and needy
plotting a plan
i'm a master at deceiving
but you're the one with a knife under your bed
who wouldn't know the truth
if it shot you in the head
you painted me the picture of desperation
jealous, bored housewife in need of inspiration
too much time on my hands, you said
while i built this life you so easily shred
i told you not to play with matches
you set this house on fire
on my knees to sift the ashes
I slept in a bed of unrequited desire
blackened body to the bone
you left me for dead, a walking ghost
you ripped me apart
limb from limb
portrayed me as a hunter
when I was the hunted
good graces turned into bygones
you chewed through your circle of friends
we all tried to protect the liar
who sat on a throne of misguided revenge
you lost the war and kept on fighting
brought it home and struck like lightning
never in the same spot more than once
if these walls could talk they'd say
we've had enough
i climbed (clawed)
my way back to the light
muffled the screams to hide the plight
kept my head up and eyes plastered forward
i turned a broken melody into a chorus
maybe i should say
thank you
for giving me someone to prove wrong
without your scathing rhetoric
i wouldn't have had the courage
to move on
