Bitter

You crawled through the barbed wires in your own set of shoes.

Now you're filthy and crying because you've been bruised.

What did you think would happen to you?

What did you think would happen to you?

Now you're drinking the coffee laid out in the sun,
While feasting your eyes on the damage you've done.
Drink not with haste.
Tell me; how does bitter taste?

You've grown a nerve instead of a brain,
Pointing fingers at me for your drops of rain,
Well, now your accusations are washed down the drain,
Because I am the dragon that you'll never slay.

So shrug off your filth and look me in the eye,
Who was the one who commited the crime?
What did you think the mirror would reveal?
What did you think the mirror would find?

Keep mourning over the buckets you fill with waste,
Now tell me, dear, how does bitter taste?