itch becomes itched and scratch becomes scratched
less with a finger and more like a knife
you see me as danger who causes you strife
cause becomes caused and see becomes saw
tear becomes torn and broke is the straw
i liked you once and sometimes i still do
but i'm pushing you out because you pushed me too
and although it's not fair, i'm not playing dirty
games are for babies and i'm reaching thirty
no longer my present, once first you are last
so take what was given and enter my past.