Straps
This is bullshit, what you do to me
You take, take, take, there is nothing left for me
Lie right to my face, making me a fool
Was I ever more than just your fucking tool
I'm moving on
Here's your middle finger, cut straight to the bone
I figured you out, the side you'd never show
Security's an illusion, you don't know what you want
So you take everything, everything I've got
Immaturity is an excuse but never a reason
What you have done, my dear, is just social treason
Sorry has become synonymous with liar
And all you've done lately is throw me into the fire