You better hope she knows what she‘s doing
Because all she has is venom
And she‘s part of your skin
You better hope it‘s not an act
Because you take her words
And you build on that
But you are not her words
You are more than her illusion
You can try to be your own eulogy
But it won‘t make sense
You‘re also part of her plans
And if she‘s wrong, I hope you‘ll still pick up
I hope you don’t think, that if you lose her
You lose yourself
She’s only the third voice
A notch in your shield is always a choice
You can sweep away all the meaning
And be left with nothing but truth
You shouldn’t just sit there and take it
You shouldn’t let her hurt you
