Lori Denae Aiming At Your Feet
Of course you are floating
Floating out to sea
The current is flooded
With thoughts of me, me, me
Take your toys home
Cuz no one wants to play
You think of yourself first and then you feel betrayed
*you're drinking bathwater consuming your dirt
Remind me one more time this shouldn't have to hurt
You seem to wanna break what's only meant to bend
Your cup is empty now this is where it ends*
Your work is beneath you
Martyrs don't get paid
It's a lot to live down to no one's in your way
All those angles you don't wanna take
All those choices you don't wanna make
Out there trying to shoot the enemy
But you're finding you're aiming at your feet
