You open up on my current closing, and then I open up and you start to scrolling through my phone and realize that my eyes were going to somebody else
But really my heart was never roaming, it was yours, but my demons are always lonely so I fed them and now I regret them
I said it before, but the tables are turning for me
I'll give you all that my soul is holding, I'll go get you the moon if you want it from me
I will empty every bit of energy in you if it's an apology you'll accept
This game will make grown men cry.
Blown accounts.
Empty bank.
Sleepless nights staring at red candles.
Every trader who made it walked through this fire first.
Quit and you stay broke forever.
Push through and you never work for anyone again.