Move, Push
Who are you calling the victimThis is not a game we play
Never considered myself the victim
The careless things you say
A judgement about my past makes me wonder
All these events make me who I am
If you cannot handle my past
Then you can be with me no longer
I cannot sit by and shut down who I am
Only from my past have I become a man
Anger aroused over you not wanting to listen
No patience, no trust, a sign from above
I lie spoken can never be unsaid
Spoken of me should I take your head
Time not to waste on this travesty
Move on, push on