He Who's Left

And I want to crush the skull of the god who left me to die And break the backs of those who won't bow before me And gouge the eyes of those who've seen me as weak And break the hands of those who try to bind And I can't give in I know I won't win He who's left I who suffers It's not that I hate you for leaving me Just that you turned and ran off with hope I didn't need you to pull me through I just needed the wisdom you spoke I didn't need you to heal me I just needed a new way to cope My hands are just so fucking tired From holding me up on this rope And I have to ask Because I want to see Where did you go And where will you be I just got sick of these excuses And sick of having to be Sick of always waking up And tired to trying to sleep Sick of all these tears you cry And sick of the hate that you need Sick of this boring and shitty life And sick of being alive