I’m tired of saying sorry
For things I didn't do
I’m not the one to blame
For your dreams not coming true
I’m tired of walking on eggshells
And tiptoeing around your mood
The sight of me churns your guts
And you start a bitter feud
I’m sick of your disgusted looks
I’m tired of you indifferent views
My skin begins to crawl
Deary, for you, I’ve got news
Don’t be so quick to judge
Don’t hold the holy stick
You’re full of faults yourself you know
You’re made of glass, don't throw that damn brick
You're just as flimsy and frail
As ashes in the wind
Be careful how you treat me
For, you, I can unhinge
I’ll dissect you like a corpse
Cut you up into little pieces
Unravel you bit by bit
Until your soul shrivels up and ceases
If you’re exasperated by my brain
And provoked by my views
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again
You bit off more than you can chew
Don’t use my weight or body
To evoke doubt, shame and guilt
The weakest person invokes those tools
And feelings of love begin to wilt
Don’t make me feel sick
Don’t use those ugly tools
Don’t push me to the edge
And make me change all the rules.