Texty: Guns Up!. Least Of My Worries.

Cut through miles of tape, while desperatly trying to seperate
Everything pushed in my way.
Nothing left inside to give
This is the last thing I fucking need,
Step the fuck back.

I gave, you took, got nothing in return.
I'm getting smarter everyday, I get burnt.
I know you sit back thinking I let it go,
but I know just where I tread.

I never forget a step.