I have no interest in self-preservation, emptiness is like an old friend.
I have no motive or any inclination, of doing anything for any one again.
I 've been the patsy, I 've been the fool,
I 've been the scapegoat, now all of that is through.
Don 't want to sit and wonder when the end is near,
don 't want to know where I 'll be in 20 years.
Because I bite the hand that feeds.
Easy to call me selfish, after years of nurtured apprehension.
I have no shame I take the blame, no more subordination.
I gave up my self-esteem for a false security,
and foolishly I chased that dream, that had to be force fed to me.
I play no part in hope that dwindles, reality is such a change of pace.
I see things now for what they are, and reality is such a different place.
Nostalgia such a waist of time, so much life left to live.
I can 't dwell on yesterday, I gotta take as much as I give.
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