From The Vault in Book 1

This pressure keeps building

Step off my chest and let me breathe

I know all the things you’ll say

Save ‘em, I don’t want to hear ‘em 

I’m fucking done with your theatrics 

I can’t keep running this into the ground

My knuckles bleed but death’ll have to wait

I won’t be your victim and I won’t make you mine

Keep your secrets, I don’t want them 

The panic in my blood 

It was put there by your endless assumptions 

Your accusations 

And your endless need for validation

Flip the switch

I don't need you

I don't need you