Mean

You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me, you have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I’m nothing.

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I’m wounded. You, pickin’ on the weaker man.

You, with your switching sides, and your walk by lies and your humiliation,you have pointed out my flaws again, as if I don’t already see them.
I walk with my head down, trying to block you out cause I’ll never impress you...

I just wanna feel okay again!



I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold, but the cycle ends right now, you can’t lead me down that road, you don’t know, what you don’t know...

                                             
















Yes, you really don't know anything about me!!!