Come on
Let’s get the facts straight
Don’t be all nice then
Turn around stabbing me saying it’s my fate
You say we’re friends when
You tear down my gate till I’m
That piece of rubble you find
On the side of the road
Come on
Let’s get the facts straight
Sympathy is a foreign language to you
You’re supposedly so ‘above’ all of us
Just because you’re wiser than the people you knew
You say you deserve respect and to get it at me you cuss
But in truth any person who does so
Just deserves a wake-up call
Come on
Let’s get the facts straight
Call me names
Throw your punches
But while you make your threats and play your games
I give you a promise
You’ll never see me cry
Or turn my back and hide
I’ll stand strong
While you try so hard to break me down
THAT is my promise to you
