Why don't you? Won't you please
Say you think I'm nothing
And force me to my knees.
So ready to accuse me,
So quick to place the blame
Just to try and cover that
You're guilty of the same.
But I'm done putting up with that,
You don't know, never will,
How I fought the good fight,
And how I'm fighting still.
Every insult that you throw
Drives you further underground,
Every word condemns you to the
Black merry-go-round
I promise you won't like it when
For all eternity,
You're sick and sad and spinning
And unable to blame me.
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