| I’d find you at your desk but you never smile
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| Those writings on your wall never fail to scare you
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| You took your chances
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| You were everything I thought I’d become
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| Now I recognise you in all my faults
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| And it kills me
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| That I don’t even know what you were
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| Without the enemy
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| Breathing down the back of your neck
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| I wish you could be what I saw
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| But in reality
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| You were only holding me back
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| I see you there in the things I do
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| And the man I am
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| But I know it’s a blessing
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| That I will never be what you were
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| Despite the enemy begging me to crawl right back
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| There’s family in the room
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| But you’re unaware of the things you’re saying
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| You tell me that you’re proud but it’s
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| How do I believe you
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| You were everything I thought I’d become
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| But now I recognise you in all my faults
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| And it tears me
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| That I don’t even know what you were
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| Without the enemy
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| Breathing down the back of your neck
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| I wish you could be what I saw
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| But in reality
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| You were only holding me back
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| I see you there in the things I do
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| And the man I am
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| But I know it’s a blessing |
| That I will never be what you were
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| Despite the enemy begging me to crawl right back
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| You were everything I wished I’d become
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| And it kills me
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| That I don’t even know what you were
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| Without the enemy
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| Breathing down the back of your neck
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| I wish you could be what I saw
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| But in reality
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| You were only holding me back
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| I see you there in the things I do
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| And the man I am
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| But I know it’s a blessing
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| That I will never be what you were
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| Despite the enemy begging me to crawl right back |