at any moment i am thrown aside
tossed away for the moment
like a tool to your convenience
awaiting the next time you need someone to turn too
when everyone else has left you, to die in you miserable shit
then you will turn back and offer again your light side
a temporary arrangement
till the next time you feel secure
again shutting me out
push me away again
why not
you know that I'll be back
It is always you who points out my weaknesses
When I am not strong there is always one thing I can count on
like a vulture waiting for me to die
you sit on your thrown until coming down for the kill
but where will you go the next time you need someone
when the world turns its back on you then I can rest assure
that you will be back in the light, posing as my friend
you are the snake and i will always be on the receiving end
but like the snake said to the man
'you knew who I was before you helped me'