Round One

Goodbye to Ellen, Becky and Rachel
Just troubled, not deep, and never worth the wade
Attack then look back at the damage you've yielded
Then publicly brag 'bout the progress you've made
But it's not going to break me
Bleed me, or shake me
Cut me down like you want, like it once did
I am smarter, and stronger, just basically longer
Doomed to conquer wherever I wonder
It's not my fault that you fell and I slid

The playfully good times live in my right brain
Not in the left, just the sound in my heart
But the anguish, abandon, will no longer sadden me
Just holds my hand until I can restart
Projection and jealously, always they follow me
Never did wonder or figure out why
Just keep writing and singing
Gold, petty and stinging
Hope that the tears taste nice when you cry
Aggressors and tyrants
Fucking come one and try it
I'll take you all down with my words
My innocence
Proven
Your credibility's losing it's validity
And I hope that it hurts