This is it.
I'm drawing a line in the sand. If you're in, you're in.
If you're out, you're out.
I'm tired of putting up with the shit you spout.
You've been full of empty promises.
And I've been filled with empty threats.
But now mine are filled to the brim. And my stomach is full. From swallowing my pride.
To all the fakers, the bullshit artists, and the fucking liars.
I'm calling you out.
I'm standing my ground.
This ends here.
This ends now.
Everything you built up.
And everything you worked for.
Your precious image is shot.
I'm burning it down and I'll piss on the ashes.
