Resurrection

Pictures on the wall I take down

But there's no frown on my face

It's just good to know that your breakdown

Has been put in its right place

Criticized my mistakes

While you dug your own grave

Singing songs about our friends

You never cared about them

So long, so long

And thanks for nothing

I'm gone, I'm moving on

Watch my resurrection

The knife you stuck in my back

It couldn't cut through my spine

You're a self-proclaimed fiction author

But I learned to read between the lines

Criticized my mistakes

While you dug your own grave

You can only go so far

This is where your story ends

There's no tricks up your sleeve that we haven't seen

Every word from your moth never had meaning

Your agenda exposed easily every single time