you chose to throw it all away
making me sick to hear your words
you won't find nothing at all to use against me
I rise from the ashes in which you left me
this is what you want, but I won't take this
but I kick you of this cliff
you used to think it may be easy to leave
you used to play your mindless games with me
so after all I have to disappoint you
you won't find nothing at all to use against me
I rise from the ashes in which you left me
this is what you want, but I won't take this More from Colors of Autumn