Resurrection

Pictures on the wall I take down But there's no frown on my face It's just good to know that your breakdown Has been put in its right place Criticized my mistakes While you dug your own grave Singing songs about our friends You never cared about them So long, so long And thanks for nothing I'm gone, I'm moving on Watch my resurrection The knife you stuck in my back It couldn't cut through my spine You're a self-proclaimed fiction author But I learned to read between the lines Criticized my mistakes While you dug your own grave You can only go so far This is where your story ends There's no tricks up your sleeve that we haven't seen Every word from your moth never had meaning Your agenda exposed easily every single time