My Gun, Your Bullets

I can feel your eyes on my face
I can sense the laughter in this place
Well, I can see disgust in your eyes
As they stare straight back to mine

Well, I feel the prick
Of your fingers
Pointing at my back
"Worthless"

I'll speak up, just not with my voice
Time to talk back
Time to talk back

Crush all that I am
Because all I am is not all that you are
And now all that's left of me
Is only what you're chosen to leave be

So leave me, in my ruins just a mound of flesh
So leave me, in my ruins: my prison of flesh

But I'm breaking free
And you're helping me

My hand holds the gun
Your hate pulls the trigger
My life is over, it's about time that I speak up
Worthless