Cut myself open wide,
Reach inside,
Help yourself,
To all I have to give,
And then you help yourself again,
And then complain that
You didn't like the way
I put the knife in wrong,
You didn't like the way
My blood spilled on your brand new floor…
What would you say
If I walked away?
Would you appreciate?
But then it'd be too late,
Because I can only take so much of your ungrateful ways,
Everything is never enough…
Sacrifice my life,
Neglect my kids and wife,
All for you to be happy,
All those sleepless nights,
And countless fights to give you more,
And then you say how dare that
I didn't write you back,
I must be too good for you,
I only care about myself…
What would you say
If I walked away?
Would you appreciate?
But then it'd be too late
Because I can only take so much of your ungrateful ways,
Everything is never enough…