I'm a sucker for revenge
It's about time I admit this
I scratch all of my itches
By pulling out your stitches
But I don't wrote these songs for you
Every one has been for me
It's all a selfish act
Of self-help and therapy
So, I'm sorry for these words
These recycled melodies,
Metaphors and similes
These redundant memories
Because the fuse is burning short
Soon the ticks will turn to booms
And guess this goes to show
You can never act too soon
'Cause I've acted late before
And I probably always will
But I was raised this way
Optimistic to a fault
Take a hammer to my knees
And I'll still think I can walk
Take a bullet to my heart
Take a razor to my wrist
Cut off all my fingers
And I'd still make a fist
I'm not finished with this fight
I'll stay until the job is done
Lose everything I love
And convince myself I won
Try to stay positive
Even though I'm never sure
Got a pocket full of locks
Because I'm so insecure
And I don't know if I'm okay
But I know I'll be alright
Everybody left
So I can finally get it right