The Second Stage of Grief is Anger.
Focused on winning
You’re gonna make a name for yourself
If your pain ever started to think it could win,
It’d just be kidding itself
You’re gonna be number one
But don’t you dare think I’ll be staring from down below,
Watching you accept your trophy
With a heart so broken, so hollow
I’ll clap for you, then move on with my life
I’ll be growing
There will be no more strife
Making a name for myself.
I’m not over it, but I’m so over it
I know it still bothers me
Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing about it.
I’ve started to make peace with the fact that you’re out of my life
Your true colors have come to light
I’m finally free
This time around, I may have been the one that started ruining you and me,
But if this is who you are, you would’ve done it eventually
I bid you farewell
I’m not gonna cry.
If you ever need me, I’ll be there for you
That’s who I am
And that’s what I’d do
But other than that
Have 500 girls, I don’t care
I used to be the one that hoped you’d change your mind
The one with no self-respect,
I’d stay waiting there.
I’ve come so far
I don’t regret anything,
Now I know who you really are.
I respect your motivation
I respect your never-ending passion
I respect that no one will tell you “you can’t”
We share that characteristic,
Though we’ve had our last dance
I respect the way you know tomorrow must start with today
Not a thing will ever stand in your way
You’re “the kid”
I just hope someday you’re “the man”
Because from what I’ve seen, what I’ve been hearing,
I can only hope that’s part of the plan
I respect your mindset, I respect what you do
But get this straight:
I no longer respect you.