Your Foolish Pride

I tried to write down time and time again,
just how low and pathetic you make me feel inside,
only to come up with a blank page; no words can compare,
all you had to do was care and show me that you were there.

The pathetic feelings and undying lies left me so torn and broken,
everything deep inside failed to have any meaning or comfort,
it seemed like every piece of anything I knew was wasted on you,
on all those nights you beat me down just to feel strong inside.

You never could just admit your foolish pride; that'd be too easy,
for everything you put me through; I got back up and brushed myself off,
only to prepare for the next time you hit me and knocked me down,
every little stupid line that ever made me cry; I think about them everyday.

How you just pushed me away and waited for the next time to slap me down,
push me around with the words you had left after your pride was dead,
you always were good at kicking me while I was broken deep inside,
if only I could have done that your foolish pride; beaten it down to nothing.

Another punch; another slap; another line that filled my empty head,
another kick; another throw; another time to watch me fall and break,
you never cared if I was fragile or if I even had a heart; you were so selfish,
maybe, for once, I'll have the upper hand because while you're down, I'll be there.

I'll be there staring you in the face and laugh as you fall and break,
while you're on your way down, dear, I'll watch you hit rock bottom,
I'll watch what pride you used to have eat away at the core of your mind,
and I'll just smile because for once, darling, you're so far down.