How does it feel?
To know, alone, basking in your whore of a victory
You walk around with your head high
Running your mouth like you're some sort of king
You're not much a man, running when you were suppose to stay.
I'll be a good friend and kick the chair out from under your feet
To leave you dangling from a the knot you tied
Ever considered the consequences of being a piece of shit?
I'll leaving you hanging to think about it
You're not a man