Samara

I'll see you in hell
The cards are dealt
How do you live with yourself
And the lies you love to tell
Take a shot below the belt
Don't need your help
I feel like Samara out the well
Ring a bell?
Now I've just about had it
Being treated like a maggot
How can you demand respect
When you've been calling me a f*****
Yeah, you better watch your mouth
Without a doubt
You don't want to be the reason
That I let the demon out
I need a motherfucking break
Stay out the way
Out of patience
And I ain't got the time to fucking play
Ain't no motherfucking game
What a shame
Now I'm sick of being treated
Like I don't feel any pain
Spitting blood into the drain
Nothing to gain
You and I are not the same
You can't wash away the stain
Had to go against the grain
Let me complain
All this motherfucking disrespect
Is driving me insane

Backstabbed
And I felt so gutted
Backstabbed
And I felt so gutted
Backstabbed
And I felt so gutted
Backstabbed

Lost my grip
It wasn't my intent
I let you talk your shit
'Cus I know you just projecting insecurity
What you said, you better take it back
I won't be haunted by the demons that I've dealt with
Backstabbed and I felt so gutted
Hung up on the past
Over that shit, fuck it
Now I'm done
Look at everything that I've become
I'm used to living on the run