Strikes (Remastered 2025)

You sharpen words like knives, aim for my heart

Every sentence a wound, tearing me apart

Call me dumb, call me weak, call me insane

But I’ve been drowning in your selfish game

I see through the mask, the mirror you adore

Your empire of blame, built on my sore

All my wrongs, that’s your only view

Never my wins, never what I do

Strike after strike, the line is drawn

Change—or I vanish with the dawn

You measure love in control, in fear

I’ve given all, yet you never hear

Every effort I make, twisted, denied

I’m done bending for your ego’s pride

I see through the mask, the mirror you adore

Your empire of blame, built on my sore

All my wrongs, that’s your only view

Never my wins, never what I do

Strike after strike, the line is drawn

Change—or I vanish with the dawn

Your words are fire, but I’ve found my flame

Your cruelty won’t cage me, won’t stake its claim

The strikes are counted, my patience thin

One more day of this—and I won’t let you win

All my wrongs, that’s your only view

Never my wins, never what I do

Strike after strike, the line is drawn

Change—or I vanish with the dawn

I’m done with your blame, your twisted lies

Done with the shadows in your eyes

Strike after strike, I’ve had my say

Change—or I’m gone, and I won’t stay