boy (tables turn)

words can be said, but boy, i swear i’d say ten times worse
did you think since you picked up the pieces, you knew the damage better
boy, it shouldn’t have been your arms that dealt with the hurt
well, tell me where to place my chips, should it be on you and her
shall you make me aware of the situation, but know tables turn
insults can fall both ways, & your arrogance is getting old to my ears
your presumption is made hollow by the ache i know from her arms on your shoulders
it wasn’t long ago i stood right there as my hand brushed her tears
i know damn well my sins, but boy, there’ll be your own to remember