The Gentle Art

All of the things I endured And what others saw in you I wonder how and why it took me so long To realize all the wrong paths that you made me take For your own benefit Fuck this shit and what you wrote about it You might think, you might say I know who my friends are You might think, you might believe You`re running out of time Understanding is the reason And anger is the motivation To cast a light on these actions So many lies are told Sold for your own benefit Fuck this shit and what you wrote about it You might think, you might believe I know who my friends are You might think, you might believe You`re running out of time