I’m confining myself here, between his pleasure and her pain. Destroying all in confidence and watch them as they fray. Because I promised myself I wouldn’t follow you here. Who needs hope or hate when you have everything but fear? Brush this off my shoulders and I’m gone-- watch me walk into the sunset. Because I promised myself I wouldn’t follow you here-- now I’m picking up your defects. Don’t tag along, just crawl away, and stay on guard because they’re not too far from taking us down with them. Take a stand for yourself. You already left that place behind you. Take a stand for yourself. These bitter times they will remind you. Brush this off my shoulders, I’m done. Brush this off my shoulders, I’m gone.