You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalk board
calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalk board
calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
