Bottom Line II

Can forgive but won’t forget
Beat down, but my head is still up high
Pride intact but sore inside
Don’t recognize my own reflection
Not open to any suggestions
I’m content with what I have
Look back and try to laugh
I owe you nothing
I take very little
I would love nothing more than to swallow the fists of your fortune
I won’t be dragged kicking or screaming, I owe you nothing, I take very little
Throat is raw — blank recollection, many miles of separation
Same night as the one before
Won’t complain — it’s my own choice
I’m content with what I have
Look back and try to laugh
Shake your head on the way down
We’re all stuck at the bottom line