You hate me
cause I understand you
I see it
in your clenched fists
I close the door
but you keep knocking
You keep your change
in your pockets
I am the dirt that
feeds the flower
I am the snitch with
a laundry list
Things could go better
if we stick together
You’d rather I did not exist
I’ll make my exit
When I make my exit
I’ll take no credit
I hate you
cause You understand me
You can see it
in your clenched fists
Things could go better
if we stick together
I’d rather You did not exist
I’ll make my exit
When I make my exit
I’ll take no credit
When I make my exit
I’ll take no credit
When I make my exit
I’ll take no credit
When I make my exit
I’ll take no credit