You had the final word, but not the final say
Don't let the door hit you on the way out
You've taken the bait, now you're treading water
And with no tact
No plan of attack
A freeze across the board
Don't even know what you did
Never
Long winded
Laughing all the way to the bank
You harbor the ships of nothing
You harbor the ships of dead
Need to know all your intentions
Wanna get inside of your head
Want you to admit where it stems from
Want you to admit where it all stems from
I know
I know why
I know why you hand out pain
I know you hand out pain just to dull your own
Just to dull your own
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