You can't hurt me like you used to

Its been six years you should be through

 

You taint my name

Spread your distortion

All in consequence to your shame

And obsessive discomposure

 

A hell escaped through a long repression

Used to be haunted by a deep depression

 

This close proximity leaves me prisoner to you

Its been six years you should be through

I moved on, why haven't you.

 

You can seek out my friends

Change opinions

Spread your distortion

All in attempt for some sort of composure

 

Keep tainting my name

Fake your redemptions

All in consequence to your shame

And obsessive discomposure