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You've played me.
I've learnt.
You've failed me.
I've been burnt.

You I hate.
Thats for sure.
You are not my fait.
You, I will not die for.
I wont rise to the bait.

You've beat me to the floor.
You sat and watched the blood pour.
I never knew why, not before.
What reason do you have to hate me for?
What goes on behind the door,
Was always full of gore.
But I will take no more
I'll settle this score.

I am older now.
I wont bow down.
I wont be your clown.
I wont be left facedown.
This is my vow.

I will step out
Of this I have no doubt.
I will go all-out.
I can go without.
You will be left out.
Something to think about.

You've hurt me.
You've hurt others.
You've used me.
You've used others.
They wont all flee.

I don't want to play your games.
I have no need to make claims
I have no need to call names.
I will no longer be burnt by your flame.

Now I have aim.
I don't want fame.
I have no need to feel shame.
On you I place the blame.

It was your fault.
You were the adult.
This is the result.
Your an insult.
It was like a cult.
Its your fault.

This is the very last time.
This is the last part of the climb.
I will be fine.
This is the very last time.