Found myself in some haunted place,
Nowhere to go, blood on my face,
Pushed to the ground, stabbed in the back,
Had no other choice but to start an attack.
Fought for my life and it was a close sahave,
But I stood my ground, now I spit on your grave.
Let’s move on and search for other deadly foes,
‘Cause in the end that’s the way life goes.
I’m over it, yes, I’m over it,
I’m over every little single bit.
I’m over it, yes, I’m over it,
I’m over everything you did.
Standing your ground fits you well.
Now I’m in convenience to leave my shell.
So poor I am, so poor I speak.
Please, play with my patience, it’s where I leak.
I’m over it, yes, I’m over it,
I’m over every little single bit.
I’m over it, yes, I’m over it,
I’m over everything you did.
