you, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me, you have knocked me off my feat again, got me feeling like i'm nothing. you, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when i'm wounded. you, pickin' on the weaker man. 

 

you, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation, you, have pointed out my flaws again as if i don't already see them. i'll walk with my head down trying to block you out cause i'll never impress you. i just wanna feel okay again.