I can't really tell
If you have changed
If you have stopped
Playing this game
Tearing us apart
One by one
Watching us fall
Watching us conform
To your every move
Like a pupeteer
You control us
Moving our stings
To your command
I'm breaking my strings
I'm refusing to play
I'm taking my ball and
Walking away
I'm not going to be
Hurt anymore
I'm not going to
Cry when you stand at my door
I'm not going to help
I'm not going to watch
I'm sick of your lies
Your filth
But tomorrow is another day
Maybe my mind will change
It always seems to find a way
To believe when you say
I love you I won't hurt you
For some reason
Those words affect me
So much and sway me
In a way
Changing my perspective
Until the next time
How many times
Did you tell us
That you have changed
That everything would
Now be okay
That you were ready
To be part of
Your daughters life
To go out in the world
And not turn to that shit
That got you were
You once stood
How many times did
Did you make mom cry
Fearing her baby boy
Was lost to a world
Where there was no joy
And making dad yell
Using firce language
Telling you to get out
Screaming to you
His eldest son
Once a joy
Now a threat
How many times
Did I cry at night
Over the fact that I couldn't help
And had to watch you
Fall down to your knees
Beg for money
Beg for a bed
I'm breaking my strings
I'm refusing to play
I'm taking my ball and
Walking away
I'm not going to be
Hurt anymore
I'm not going to
Cry when you stand at my door
I'm not going to help
I'm not going to watch
I'm sick of your lies
Your filth
