Feel so disposable

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'