I have no interest in self-preservation, emptiness is like an old friend.
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I have no motive or any inclination, of doing anything for any one again.
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I've been the patsy, I've been the fool,
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I've been the scapegoat, now all of that is through.
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Don't want to sit and wonder when the end is near,
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don't want to know where I'll be in 20 years.
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Because I bite the hand that feeds.
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Easy to call me selfish, after years of nurtured apprehension.
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I have no shame I take the blame, no more subordination.
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I gave up my self-esteem for a false security,
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and foolishly I chased that dream, that had to be force fed to me.
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I play no part in hope that dwindles, reality is such a change of pace.
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I see things now for what they are, and reality is such a different place.
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Nostalgia such a waist of time, so much life left to live.
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I can't dwell on yesterday, I gotta take as much as I give.
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Bite The Hand That Feeds
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