Arsenal

Your words were like weapons They pierced right through my soul It's like you had them all picked From your own arsenal You started with granades Blowing up all of my dreams You called them all nieve Before turning on me You launched from the ground You stood from afar As they dropped in from high Leaving little smoking clouds Than you pulled out the big guns The ones with lots of rounds There was shells laying everywhere As you kept reloading your mouth When I thought it was over It thought you were done You pulled out your field knife you began gutting me some You took out the knife Stuck it straight in my back Watched me bleeding out While walking away never looking back Like I said words are like weapons But I lived, I chose not to die I had on my invisable amour My walls to my fortress built up so high I may have been wounded My scars they will all mend I'll rise from the ashes With my victory in hand