I'm usally the one to spit fire,

Turn hard work to ash.

So, how is it that,

You're always worse?

Ask for an inch,

You take a mile.

I'd sing you a song,

But it wouldn't mean anything.

You cry for yourself,

They're not for me.

You've played your role to a T,

Four years wasn't what it seemed.

You made me believe,

Yeah, you made me believe.

What the lord givith,

The lord takenith away.

You spin your tale enough,

Maybe someone will listen.

I've put my foot down,

And I've walked away.

But, my heart still strings.