Fuel to my fire.
So that was the plan break me,bury me take what you thought was mine and that is all u v got you mistook pressure for my ending you became fuel to my fire..you built your ladder out of shadow climb Ed on stories you could bend thoughtva title made you powerful thought control would never end. You moved pieces in the darkness called manipulation skilled wanted everything wanted everything that looked like power but never learned to build and while you watched for mine to collapse.i was learning how to rise every stone you threw against me put another flame behind my eyes .you thought weight could break me thought darkness could win but everything you sent against me only woke fire within me. You became fuel to my fire every blow made it burn higher what you meant to bury me made me rise what you meant to silence me have me a voice. You dugged apit and stood to build your throne on what you could not hold. You became fuel to my fire.
Now look am still here. You did everything to reach the position but forgot the work to begin from there power without character is empty. A title cannot make you fair.you can move the room with pressure you can manipulate the crowd but eventually truth goes louder than the stories spoken loud .you wanted the reward without the labour the praise without the waiting but anything built through control eventually meets it's fate. I dnt need the revenge ,font need to fight truth it has its own timing and darkness can't own light. You became a truth to my fire every scheme made me climb higher what you meant to me can make me strong.what u meant to end move me along