hah.

Hah.
You think you're funny?
you think you're great?
Just because I'm stuck on the bottom
And you're on top, you call it fate?

"Meet me everyday" you say
"Get ready for the heat"
I'm here sitting in isolation
And it feels like I'm rotting meat 

My hands get shaky and out of breath
When I sense your presence around
I sense the presence of death

I don't know how you do it
I don't know if its right
But something I do know...
Is that I'm not giving up without a fight 

I'm not sure how I'll do it
But I keep asking myself again
Am I happy right now?
Am I happy with this "friend"? 

Its time for a change now
Its time for a fight
It doesn't matter what I'll be doing
As long as its something that I believe is right 

Oh hey, come look
I'm taking a step closer
Be ready, be steady
You're about to be thrown on a roller coaster 

Hah, my senses are tingling
My thought are on the run
You sputter out "I'm really sorry"
But that's easier said than done  

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