You're no kind of man, just broken, bent and worn. How can you justify the things that you said? They'll leave you cowering, alone again. In the shell that you hid, in the shell that you'll hide, for the rest of your life.
Scurry away like the rat that you are. With no heart to beat strong I doubt you'll get far. I'm becoming a stranger in my own home. Not a day goes by that I don't wish you from my life.
You're not worthy to stand where he stood. You couldn't fit in his shoes, not even if you tried. You're not worthy to stand where he stood. You're half the man that he was, an abuser, a loser. You'll never have respect from me.
I don't see what they see you've got them hypnotised, with your pockets full of lies. I won't take it. I won't eat it up I can still read you like a book, and I'm skipping to the end.
Scurry away like the rat that you are. I won't take it, no.
I won't take it anymore. I'm sick to death of all your fucking lies.
You're not worthy to stand where he stood. You'll never have respect from me.
Be a man, stand up, take responsibility for the things that you've done.
I won't take it anymore. I'm sick to death of all your fucking lies.
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