I'll walk through hell with a smile on my face and show no trace of struggle. I won't break. I know what's at stake. Take a hint I don't go down easily. Shoot your words at me like knives. When will you see that I can't be touched? I brush your words off like dust. Go stiff with rust at my stare I'll hold you there. I'm not the first to break it. I can take what you dish but its your wish. I don't want to fight. Especially when its not for the right reasons. Treason you say? That's not okay with me. I'm not to be messed with.