Bottom Line - Kylesa

Can forgive but won’t forget

Beat down, but my head is still up high

Pride intact but sore inside

Don’t recognize my own reflection

Not open to any suggestions

I’m content with what I have

Look back and try to laugh

I owe you nothing

I take very little

I would love nothing more than to swallow the fists of your fortune

I won’t be dragged kicking or screaming, I owe you nothing, I take very little

Throat is raw — blank recollection, many miles of separation

Same night as the one before

Won’t complain — it’s my own choice

I’m content with what I have

Look back and try to laugh

Shake your head on the way down

We’re all stuck at the bottom line