Funny how the ones who say "I love you" have the sharpest blades.
I’m done being the host for these parasites.
You want a piece of me?
I’ve seen your moves before you even made 'em.
Checkmate.
(Verse 1 - Rapid Fire)
I’m the definition of respectful, helpful to a fault
While you’re busy plotting how to break into the vault.
I gave you a seat at the table, a plate and a glass
But you’re just a snake lying low in the grass.
It’s the scamming, the scheming, the constant faking
Always looking for a hand out, always taking, taking.
I accommodated your needs, I adjusted my life
And you repaid the favor by twisting the knife.
It’s crazy how the deepest wounds come from the "friends"
The ones who swear they’re with you 'til the very end.
But I saw the pattern, I read every line
You’re stuck in the basement, I’m destined to shine.
(Chorus)
Honestly, I don’t need a friend, I don’t need a soul
I’m better off solo, I’m back in control.
Give me a known enemy, someone who hates me for real
At least I know the deal, at least I know the feel.
I don’t have to guess when the hit’s gonna come
From a "friend" who acts smart but is morally scum.
I’m the realest you’ll find, from now 'til I’m gone
While you’re just a shadow that fades in the dawn.
(Verse 2 - Double Time)
You steal a little here, you steal a lot there
Act like you’re innocent, act like you care.
But some of it mattered—it wasn't the price
It was the trust that I offered, the heart, the advice.
Where’s the loyalty? Where is the love?
I guess it’s too much to ask for, it’s rarely enough.
So keep your "I love yous," keep all your lies
I can see the betrayal reflect in your eyes.
I’m on a different level, a different plane
You’re chasing the clout, I’m enduring the rain.
I follow the Golden Rule, treat people right
But I’m moving in silence, I’m out of your sight.
(Bridge)
"Be ye not conformed to this world," that’s the code
I’m transformed for the next, I’m on a different road.
This world is a circus, and you’re just a clown
But you’ll never succeed in bringing me down.
I’m as real as it gets, a permanent fixture
You’re a blurry mistake in the back of the picture.
(Outro)
Yeah.
I’d rather face a thousand soldiers in an open field
Than one "friend" with a hidden shield.
Keep the change, keep the scraps, keep the lies.
I’m transformed.
I’m gone.
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