Whats the point in telling me things that I can't do? What's the point in pointing out my wrongs? You don't even know me that well... You think you know everything about me.. You think you know the me trapped behind all of the stupid and crappy mistakes, you think you see the real me, But all you see in your eyes is a stupid fantasy that you  want to see in me, You enjoy bringing me down huh? By telling me I can't do It. Well you had your wish.. I know I can't do It, I know I'm weak, I'm not perfect, I'm just a piece of shred from a mirror, that no one cares about, I make mistakes that mess up my life, I just make the smallest mistakes and you say "You should just give up." , "You can't do this" , "Because I'm better than you?"

I give up on telling you things I'm better at than you, I'm tarried of standing here and taking your freaken crap.. Thanks for giving up on me, thanks for shoving me down.

But when I raise up higher than you, I hope you feel at your worse.
Because all you did, when you pushed me down, was the well to raise up higher.