You can't win!

Dealing with fame wielding an iron fist. These are lyrics.

You could punch me in my face and then attack me on the sight

You could prove that you're correct but you can't prove that you were right

You could rip my f*****g heart out and expect me not to fight

But i'm awake, it's time for some redemption going on tonight.

You can't win

You can't win

You could tell me that i'm yours and then claim me like your prize

You could buy all of my freedom, didn't matter what the price

But you get worried, you get angry, when I'm coming to your size?

I'm for revenge, It's about time for you to be meeting your demise!

You can't win

You can't win!

Take a hint

Take a hint

You would tell me that you loved as you took away my spine

I pulled the f*****g trigger when i let you run my life.

It's time for freedom, I'm my own army, best be preparing for a fight

Stand your guard, it'll be hard, to get you back into my mind.

I'll make a sin

So take a hint

You can't win!

Reviews

[Randolph]

Preach. I hope we never meet. I hate public proposals. They're tacky.

[Ghost Writer]

❤ You are an amazing writer

[Valentine]

Not my kind of reading material or language. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong flow of thoughts led to good ending my friend.
"I'll make a sin
So take a hint
You can't win!"
I like the above lines. Honest and direct. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[barleygirl]

This poem practically fumes in a rageful rant. Some key, well-turned phrases that explain the rage: "rip my f*****g heart out and expect me not to fight" . . . "tell me that i'm yours and then claim me like your prize" . . . "tell me that you loved as you took away my spine". My favorite turn of phrase here: "You could prove that you're correct but you can't prove that you were right" -- making the reader stop to think about the subtle differences of being correct, but not right. I'm not sure if the narrator is saying he himself can't win, or the other person can't win? Either way actually works. Maybe you mean to leave this a little open-ended, so others can overlay their own rageful feelings. Good job.