That's me, the one that used to look up to you
the one that always asked you for help
and when you looked back and laughed
I still kepting coming back to you.
As a kid mother always liked you best
and treated you better than the rest
the hurt was first implanted deep in my chest
when you left me alone when I was distressed
That's me, thoughts of toppling you
in my head all the time. My ambitions were
always to be as good as you. But that along
with my emotions were crushed
When I was a teen I hung with your friends
you started your music thing started making ends
You took me along, like a big bro should
only to laugh at me and tell me I was no good..
That's me, shaking in the cold all alone
with druids holding torches burning my heart.
I only recognize one, the one with the red
sickle and hammer...that one was you
I'm not that little boy getting picked on anymore
I'll defeat you and send YOU out the door
This is a battle through and through
you won't pass the torch
I'm gonna take if from you! |