
People use and abuse me until I’m red, raw, and dry,
But don’t worry, no, ‘cause I’m still the bad guy.
I tell people, let them know, exactly when they’ve upset,
But I’m just a ‘grudger’, an
over-reactor, an archetype who doesn’t forget.
I lay down and I cry, guilty tears in my eyes.
I’m on a trip to Lucifer’s place, just need permission from his spies.
They tell me I’m a hater, that I’m hating on THEM.
But they’re the ones who provoked this.
They’re the ones who condemned.
I guess I’ll just sit here, then, and ‘think about what I’ve done’.
Try to figure out how to live up to their expectations.
Try to remain ‘the Golden one’.