It's all in your hands

I'm sick of your game,come on show you're a man.
And tell me face to face about your evil plan.
Enough of those lies,enough of those tricks,enough of your insane play.
Prove that you really want me and deserve me or just be a coward and walk away.

I'll go my own way,with or without you,it lies in your hands..
So watch out your next step and overthink it all,
It's your choice whether we rise or fall.
But if you let us fall again then better get a bulletproof vest,
Because my revenge could be pretty grotesque.

Maybe then you'd get aware of what you did,
And yes you'll regret,
If you decide wrong again this time,
You'll regret ,
Having lost me.
Such is my prophecy.