I was left in the wake of your schizoid bullshit
Eye on the prize; tell me - was it worth it?
You got the green but it should have been me
You regarded as your legacy

It wasn’t what you took away
It was the things you never gave
And all those hours that you slaved
I taught myself to pave my own forgotten gay

It wasn’t promises you broke
It was the words you never spoke
And all those chances that you choked
I raised myself and now I raise my fuciing voice

Legacy you misbeliever, ill-conceiver
Cant you see the legacy you lack
Never see the missing moments
Stolen only by one who turned his back

Laissez-faire, you’re not there,
Problems gone into thin heir