"THE BLUFF"
I’d like to call your bluff
after you’ve implied I wasn’t good enough
even after all I’ve done
Everybody’s replacable
at some point, inevitable
I’ve made you believe I’m gullible
I wasn’t born yesterday
I know what you’re doing
I’m familiar with exploitation
It’s your grave mistake to think
I can always be your mean machine
with your tiny supply of power
operating on the witching hour
Sorry, I’ve run out of my midnight oil
not that sorry I’ve caused your rage to boil
For too long, I’ve tried to tell you
I need more support than what you’re willing to do
No agreement
Let’s put this to an end
Force me on another round
Be ready for my final explosion
I’m walking out your door
I know I deserve more...
R.
