End it

I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm sick of pretending

Another day, a brand new name

Still stuck with the same old ending

And you won't be satisfied 'til we're buried in your grave

I need another word for hate

Prey on sympathy until none remains

Your finger's always pointed at me

Keep pushing, keep pushing

I just may . . .

Become the threat you seek

Push me

"Did you ever stop to think . . . ?"

Only every day

I was never really given a choice

I'm so sick of the sound of your voice

And how they sing of your virtue

With a knife at the throat

Your finger's always pointed at me

Keep pushing, keep pushing

I just may . . .

Become the threat you seek

Push me

Become the threat you seek

Watch me

I gave an inch

You took a mile

I find my patience wearing thin

You want a war?

Today I've got the time

I gave an inch

I won't make that mistake again

Your finger's always pointed at me

Keep pushing

Watch me . . .

Become the threat you seek

Push me

Become the threat you seek

Watch me

Become an enemy