Beware

Cut the engine when I’m all revved up, pull the rug beneath my feet Pull the
trigger when I’m
wound up, then you turn your back on me then you say that I’m talking too much,
but I’m just
talking to myself And whether you like it or not you’ll never ask for help
Breathing for you
Can’t be all in my head Changing scares you This is all in your head Beware I swear I will be waiting there Draw the battlelines and back me down to the corner with such
ease Turn the
knife til I’m so worked up all I do is aim to please The power balance is now
upside down with
a sudden change of gears Every single word is now washed up by your crocodile
tears The
setting sun crumbles in the distance Feeble words meeting new resistance Tired
games to they
make a difference Tired games, tired games