It's hard to dig deep inside myself to find the strength to go on trying. When it seems that every time I'm made to be a target. How many times my words were twisted. How many more refuse to listen. You stand in the way of every move I make. You try to cut me down with every shot you take. I refuse to play into your game. Your own insecurities have made you this way. Sometimes it's hard to keep control. When you keep taking this where I don't want to go. I'm tired of pushing myself to the edge. When confrontation is the only thing I get. The real truth I see it in your eyes. You're too fucking scared to take a look inside. So afraid of what you'll see. So you turn your hate at me. Once again it's come to pass. This extra mile might be my last. ct the point where I might break. Don't know how much I can take.