Scorned

Love me, love me not,
Just a salesman with his hook
Break me some more, I can take it right?
I'll just take solace in this respite.
Thrown up into the storm once more,
With thunderous force you'll tear me back down.
Keep my head above the waves,
'It was my fault, I'm sorry'
Blame will fall on my shoulders and drag me below.

One day I'll learn to keep my pride intact
My pity will be exhausted, my conscience cold.
Fuck what guilt you try to lever,
And fuck the rights you think you have.
I'm strongest without this,
But I'll be better for it.