The Rise to My Fall

i'm sittin' butt naked in the bottom of my bath tub and it's past the point where the skin on the tip of my fingers have shriveled long after the water turns so cold and it feels my soul's froze like a popsicle the little piece of you that's left is stuck in my heart like the little wooden stick and if you try and rip it than it might budge but i wouldn't get your hopes up like you did mine because that thing seems to be sunk deep and you're not gonna take that away from me like you did my pride that use to be the feeling that made me stand tall and you're not gonna be the rise to my fall