how many are you going to go through,
before you cease licking my plate clean?
when this comes full circle,
you'll be wishing you played your hand differently,
I should pass you my book of numbers,
so you can finish what unwritten law you've broken,
you know how to suffocate a dying song,
show me some remorse,
i'm not the forgiving kind,
I keep all your faithless actions,
locked in my memory,
it's a lucid fact that you're not changing,
latch on to your own dreams,
stop tracing where my steps have been,
to prove you're good enough to have what once was mine,
fill your pockets with my past,
take all you can carry,
you'll never be better than second best.