Count on it
You get me every time
Right on schedule
You’re predictable as can be
When I was so close
To finally breaking free
Make yourself at home in my head
Hang your hat on the doubts that already exist
And replace them with new ones instead
I can’t breathe when you whisper in my ear
I hate who I become
When you’re the only voice I can hear
I was warned about you
And I’m no stranger to your ways
We’ve thrown these punches before
And I refuse to do it again
This battle isn’t mine anymore
But you have new material
You’re so good at what you do
You’re words are almost convincing
Almost real, almost true
Almost
Rejoice in one more tortured soul
And twist the truth until you’re satisfied
That I’ll never recover the joy you stole
This hurt is more than familiar
I owe all my pain to you
Consider it payment
For the hell you’ve put me through
You almost had me convinced
That it wasn’t worth the fight
But my darkest days
Still shine from something so bright
That you can’t help but turn away
So don’t for a second think this is the end
He’ll fight through hell
To make sure you don’t win
this one too?
yeah