what's it gonna be?

i give you an inch, you give me a mile.
but do you?
the times ive given you the time of day.
and got it back in the face.
i can't keep giving and giving second chances.
you deserve none.

i scratch your back, you scratch mine.
but do you?
do you even try to help me out?
or do you always think of number one?
number one nothing!
zero is what you'll be, if you carry on this shit.

so what's it gonna be?
huh?
think about it wisely.
cos the rate your going you'll have noone.
nobody!
which is probably what you deserve.

will you spit on me?
will you slap my face?
will you rip out my soul?
cos i can't do this anymore.