Damn you for trusting me
What's wrong with you?
I'll work for nothing less.
Damn you for accepting my immaturity
When I scream for silence
Child, I'll work for nothing less.
I need patience, and someone strong enough to hold my breath for me until the smoke clears.
I need patience, and time to think before I speak, for when I'm short of breath, I tend to lie.
Damn you for letting me sleep till noon
And get away with it.
I'll work for nothing less.
Damn you for keeping quiet when I like to
I won't work for anything less.