So there were challenges you couldnât handle.Guess your grip wasnât as tight as your bitterness.So itâs come to this.Now you defense is most offensiveYou claim the ones you avoided never talk to you.Yeah, well where were you?You know your eyes are empty.Your lips they barely move.You know your beaten heart ainât beating hard.It beat it outta you.The lies they pile on others.The web it strangles you.You know your beaten heart ainât beating hard.It beat it outta you.So there youâre hanging onto air,thinner than your glare, gasping for a breath,fighting old despair.Blueprints for happiness you played to a Tturned green with the greed that snuck right into you,and gave you the blues.So now youâre out to avenge yourself.Shove your hand to shake, but that grip it quakes.Itâs too used to faking it.Does your safety net have holes?Do you wish you at least had foes?Do you even know your name anymore?