or those damn, bitter lies.
I don't need your fake love,
or my damn, tearful cries.
I'm tired of those sleepless nights,
your constant lowly sighs,
I will never ever find your love,
No, not in your eyes.
Your eyes are so full of games,
the type that I despise.
They pull me like a chained up dog,
but oh, to your surprise,
I'm more than what you think I am,
Good bye, Farewell, I'll rise.