Running away like you’ll never get caught,
It’s how you choose to deal with problems,
There are some footsteps you cannot cover,
I’ll always know exactly where to find you.
When the sun sets it will all be for naught,
Only you have to go to sleep with your sins,
And you will wake up and commit another,
As you beg your fellow martyrs to approve.
You’ve been handed the world on a plate,
It’s been crystal clear to everybody else,
We have watched you as you run in place,
Like an ant underneath a magnifying glass.
Open your ears and listen for fuck’s sake,
Your self-righteousness is your own wealth,
Any redeeming qualities have gone to waste,
Trying to take the skeletons out of your past.
You fuck inside the proverbial glass house,
And look down on those in their log cabins,
If you could see the hypocrisy in your ways,
You would be fucking ashamed of yourself.
Making wrong assumptions without a doubt,
I guess that is the way it always has been,
You always told me that everything was okay,
And avoided me whenever you needed help.
Usually I would have begged for forgiveness,
Because you and I both know you’re perfect,
But sometimes it’s not even worth the breath,
I feel like this is another one of those times.
You are where you belong, in an ignorant bliss,
While you diagnose yourself as mentally sick,
Your world is crumbling until nothing is left,
Then you’ll crawl to me like everything is fine.