Creation imperfect, do you defy this?

Could you and your swollen ego fit
Into my master plan for failure?

I take the shame to heart and lock it away
In a place thats sees not the light of day
I will use it when I see your face again

Your head in your hands and this is my cue
If three words could heal you, I would only speak two
Your eyelids grow heavy and this is my cue
If three words could heal you, I'd only speak two

How could you think after all you put me through
And all you put on my shoulders
That I would answer your cries for help?
How could you think after all you put me through
And all you put on my shoulders
That I would answer your cries for help?

Unleash the rage built up (in my throat)
Show you how you hurt me
And hopefully you see
You have the power to destroy my will to live