You, with your words like knives, and swords and weapons that you use against me; you, have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing. You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded. You, picking on the weaker man. Well, you can take me down with just one single blow, but you don't know what you don't know. Someday, I'll be living in a big ol' city, and all you're ever gonna be is mean. Someday, I'll be big enough so that you can't hit me, and all you're ever gonna be is mean. Why you gotta be so mean? You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation. You, have pointed out my flaws again, as if I don't already see them, I walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you, just wanna feel okay again. I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold, but the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road.