I've crawled through the ashes
left behind by my downfall
with knuckles made of brass
I fought and still stood
tall
You thought you destroyed
me
but I made it
through
So don't ask for pity,
this revenge is for
you
As my scars are barely
healing
and my wounds remain undried
I am happy to be feeling,
that it's your turn to cry
You've spent your life basking,
with the sun in your face
now it's your turn to be asking
for my mercy & grace
I want to see you broken,
shattered & worn down,
it's just a little token
from the strength I 've
found
I want you to beg
me
to take you back again
it will make me
happy
to know you're suffering