The words you speak cut deep.

The words you speak cut deep.

You may cut me with your eyes and kill me with your hatred, but I will always have my faith, for heaven's sake. But like the air, I still rise, but you have to stand on the other side. You can't take my pride away and, I won't let you anyway. You can't run away and, hide. Now that I have the key to unlock the door and, you find yourself looked out on the other side of the door, I have no desire to see you anymore. Take your hate and go your way; give it to someone else. There is nothing left for me to say. I already paid my way.