Critique me
Like I need more shame
Like I’ll make my name with what you say
Believe me
I know this game
And the hand I’ll play will be my own
I’m not a f*** en cheat
Are you the f*** en same?
But if I kneel you’ll shoot me like an animal
And if I stand you’ll cut me down
If the effect is found to be so minimal
Why do I exist at all
You bleed me
Of my melody
And the end will justify the means
Receive me
An unwanted guest
And when I leave you’ll end up on your own
Take what you can I’ll be the end and the only one
