I'm sick of seeing this sad excuse for men
And wives believing their figure is everything
We've been raised to look down
But my eyes will never leave the ground
Follow the filth of who came before
Instead of wasting away, pick yourself from the floor
I don't know if you know but I'm sick of
Every time that you disrespect yourself
I don't know if you know but I'm done with
Every time that you justify the past
You know you make no sense with the sense you lack
Why don't you take those daggers out from your back
And sharpen yourself?
You've taken one too many times to learn
That if you choose yourself your future gets burned
And you're harder to sell
I don't know if you know but I'm sick of
Every time that you disrespect yourself
I don't know if you know but I'm done with
Every time that you justify the past
Never give your sin an inch, never faulter
Don't begin to say your eyes have never wandered, no
She's still a daughter, no, she's still a daughter
I don't know if you know but I'm sick of
Every time that you disrespect yourself
I don't know if you know but I'm done with
Every time that you justify the past