Two forces are about to clash. One side's ready to smash. One side's treated like trash.
This fight's not fair; The force's a Trojan horse. The conflict's a trick. And I feel sick.
Some challenges are worth facing; There's value in the heart racing. Sometimes it's sensical; Sometimes it's tragical. Sometimes it's even magical.
But, sometimes choosing to walk away from terror, from abuse, from downright dismay is the only choice you really have. To save yourself is what you need. Anything else will keep you caged, keep you unfreed.
Take my candy, take my UN-needs, take what I no longer seek. I am not going to hide because I am not weak.
For in your wickedness, your vindictiveness, your indifference and your unkindness, lies the true sadness, the madness, and the blindness.
You're just chasing your rancor, trying to kill the parts you hate. I'm a mirror for your anger, but this time I'm not going to break.
Eight years of bad luck and you never gave a fuck!
Go pick up the pieces of you that have splattered, have shattered, that no longer matter to me or to you.
Just let me pass, let me go through. This fight is over, like you always really knew.
