Accountability
Lyrics by: Sara Wilson

There's a version of me
living under this skin
that only comes out
when the anger sets in
To be perfectly honest...
she terrifies me to the core
the second that switch flips
I ain't soft anymore
All my empathy vanishes
wiped off the map
ready to cut you clean out
Like a snap. Like a trap.
Like you were never a chapter,
a line, or a friend
Like the story we built
burnt out. It's the end.
Because when I get mad
I don't just state a thought
I unleash every ounce of anger
from every fight we've fought
Every quiet observation
Every truth I withheld
tucked away out of kindness
out of love that I felt
I held back the venom to keep you secure
but when I open up the vault...
someone's gonna get hurt.
Chorus:
Her names Accountability
She's a heavy sound
She doesn't give a fuck
what we burn to the ground
One wrong step
and the softness dies
cold, clear truth
with no disguise
I spent so long
keepin her asleep
now she's pullin out the blade
and the cuts run deep
I don't even blink
when the bridges burn
standin in the wreckage
of a lesson learned
-
And that's the dark part...
that's the ruinous game
The truth doesn't just destroy
you and your name
It ruins me too
Burns my house to the floor
Leaves me standing alone
in the ash at the door
I'm aware of the damage
aware of the flaw
Fully conscious of pulling out
My own damn claws
But in that split second
I don't give a damn
She takes the wheel
and shows you who I am
Cold as a blade
with no flinch in her eye
watching the whole world
burn to the sky
Chorus
Kindness was a mercy
You mistook it for weak
You pushed until the monster
had a reason to speak
Now the kindness is gone
the weapon is drawn
She meant every fucking word
that she spat on the lawn
She doesn't feel regret
She doesn't ask for a pass
executes justice
She doesn't talk out of her ass
And the scariest part
of this whole brutal ride
is knowing that girl
is still waiting inside
Chorus
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About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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