Are you worth of my love.

[Verse 1] (Heavy, rhythmic acoustic guitar strumming, stomping kick drum) I gave you steady, but you wanted the spark I built a fire, you complained about the dark Every drop of sweat I poured onto this ground You stepped right over, didn’t make a sound. I ain't a mirror for your vanity, no. I ain't a player in your tragedy. [Pre-Chorus] (Bass kicks in, vocal gets gritty and firm) You think my effort is a given right But the rent is due, and I'm closing up tonight. I learned the lesson that the hard miles teach: Don't build a bridge for what you cannot reach. [Chorus] (Full band, loud, powerful, driving rhythm) If my blood and bone ain't worth it to you Then there’s no place for you in the things I do A man don't waste his hours on a rigged machine A man don't beg to be heard or to be seen If you can’t see the value of the hand I gave I ain't got the time, and I ain't got the space for games. [Verse 2] (Music strips back to just guitar and a snare rim-click) You want the push, you want the endless fight You want me guessing what is wrong and what is right Well, I’m too old to read between the lines And I’m too proud to be the one who falls behind. You want a boy who's gonna chase your ghost? Well, go and find him, let him be your host. [Pre-Chorus] (Tension building up again) 'Cause you think my effort is a given right But the rent is due, and I'm closing up tonight. I learned the lesson that the hard miles teach: Don't build a bridge for what you cannot reach. [Chorus] (Explosive, heavy, resolute) If my blood and bone ain't worth it to you Then there’s no place for you in the things I do A man don't waste his hours on a rigged machine A man don't beg to be heard or to be seen If you can’t see the value of the hand I gave I ain't got the time, and I ain't got the space for games. [Bridge] (Slide guitar wailing in the background, vocal is low and threatening) This ain't a threat, it ain't a bargaining plea It’s just the closing of the door, you lost the key. When a man knows exactly what he’s worth He doesn't settle for the salt of the earth. He finds the gold, or he walks alone. I'm taking back the throne. [Guitar Solo] (Aggressive, distorted Southern Rock slide guitar solo over heavy drums) [Outro] (Beat stops. Just a single, steady kick drum and vocal) Watch me walk. I got no time for the games. I got no room in the heart. If you don't know the value, we're better apart. (Music swells for one final, loud chord) Yeah, I'm taking my time back. (End abruptly on a heavy drum strike) [End]