Grave Digging

I saw you break

Right in front of me

After all these years of my humility

Out in the open for all of the world to see

These lies

You fed me so strategically

For me to fall for - such a flagrant crime

(You're running out of time)

Dress me in my well-worn shame

For being me - do not forsake

The fool I've been, written on my face

Point the finger for the blame

Digging me my own grave

I feel such shame

When you look at me

When surrounded by my oblivion

To all of the things you have done to the third party

This pain - the end will meet the means

Then you'll be nothing short of a memory

But right now

I'm holding back on my anger

I'm crying at every slander

I'm seething under the surface

I'm hanging on the precipice

If watching you with such scrutiny

Is as easy as you tell me

How could this go unnoticed?

I'm through with you and your clenched fists

(I'm through with all your betrayals ample

Consider yourself dismissed)

Dress me in my well-worn shame

For being me - do not forsake

The fool I've been, written on my face

Point the finger for the blame

Digging me my own grave

I spent so long wasting my time

On all these things that aren't worthwhile

I grabbed at straws, in denial

Serves me right

(You're running out of time)

Dress me in my well-worn shame

For being me - do not forsake

The fool I've been, written on my face

Point the finger for the blame

Digging me my own grave

(I saw you break

Right in front of me

After all these years of my humility

Out in the open for all of the world to see)