Turns Tabled

I don't | want your | fuck-ing money

Oh, I | think it's | fuck-ing fun-ny

How you | turn the | tables

Oh, how | you spin | your fables

Caught | in your web | of lies

Oh my | head still | spin-ning

From the | games you've | been win-ning

You'd rather | hide in a tree

Than say what's | real to me

I try | to stay, I try | to leave

But your | fake-ass truth won't let me free

I'm gonna | break-out

Let my- | self breathe

I'm gonna | freak-out

Watch my- | self leave

Freak-out

Let my- | self breathe

I wander past the places… | where we used to be

I’m learning how to breathe… | at my own pace

A real big smile… | on this new face

Didn’t think I’d ever say… | “fuck it, I’m okay”

Tired of running your race

Always failing your pace

Can’t believe I wanted this… | in the first place

I'm done | with your run‑around

Done with | your shitty schemes

I'm gonna | break‑out

Back in- | to me

I'm gonna | break-out

Let my- | self breathe

I'm gonna | freak-out

Watch my- | self leave