| Look at you now, pathetic and weak | |
| Slowly walking down on loser street | |
| Bound to live your life without dignity | |
| Self-inflicted misery | |
| Trust is something that you earn | |
| Deceit from trust is what I've learned | |
| What you have is what I gave | |
| I made you what you are | |
| Is this the thanks that I get | |
| Broken trust, a permanent scar | |
| True colors | |
| Transparent, I see through you | |
| Who cares about old times | |
| Who cares anymore | |
| I'm just waiting for the right time | |
| To even the score | |
| Once you're gone and out of my way | |
| You'll see my life was not so grey | |
| Trust is something that you ear | |
| Deceit from trust is what I've learned | |
| What you have is what I gave | |
| I made you what you are | |
| Is this the thanks that I get | |
| Broken trust, a permanent scar | |
| True colors | |
| Transparent, I see through you |