Straps -

This is bullshit, what you do to me

You take, take, take, there is nothing left for me

Lie right to my face, making me a fool

Was I ever more than just your fucking tool

I’m moving on

Here’s your middle finger, cut straight to the bone

I figured you out, the side you’d never show

Security’s an illusion, you don’t know what you want

So you take everything, everything I’ve got

Immaturity is an excuse but never a reason

What you have done, my dear, is just social treason

Sorry has become synonymous with liar

And all you’ve done lately is throw me into the fire