Fighting my shadow

Getting ready for battle

While you have your little scalpel

Always under my chin

Think it will break me

but you’re out on a limb

Claiming you have talent

behind the facade you begin

Ego so far in your head

you think you can win

But some of us are in the grass

Waiting to take your den

Letting you get comfortable enough to think it’s over

Then we’ll buy out your unpaid range Rover

Talkin to people like their nothing but peasants

Mouth always running with no hesitance

People laugh at you cuz you’re so unpleasant

Go sit in your corner, alone with all the presents…

You bought yourself

Cuz you think it somehow helps

To mask the pain that cannot be felt

 

Sick of watching you blame someone else

I feel sorry for you

You project that you need help

But I’m just too busy to bother with people like you

Too strong to keep playing your fool

So quit trying to get inside my head

Good luck sleeping in your own bed

Got your head is so messed up

filled with lead

I’ll take the gun, be the Wyatt instead.

 

 

And instead of admitting your flaws

You encase yourself in all of your scars

While your teeth be knawing at all of the bars

I’ll be sitting here,

calmly counting the stars

Cuz your mind can’t be silent for just one second

Delusions and paranoia have you avoiding normal expression

Never have time for any self reflection

Barely have any normal recollection

So go add one more glass bottle to your collection

Come at me, but if I defend myself I’m doing it for attention?

What’s the other option, stand at your attention?

I’m not your puppet, don’t give a crap about your fake redemption

If I ever saw you at a party

I’d hide in the bathroom

Your fake

Can’t take

The bs you started

Come at me and I’ll get even more harder

Don’t know why you care to bother

I must get under your collagen infused skin

Cuz I’m more real than you ever have been

 

Sick of watching you blame someone else

I feel sorry for you

You project that you need help

But I’m just too busy to bother with people like you

Too strong to keep playing your fool

So quit trying to get inside my head

Good luck sleeping in your own bed

Got your head so messed up

Filled with lead

I’ll take the gun, be the Wyatt instead.