Tiny Daggers

I tried to catch my breath; I'm tired of walking backwards, following nothing.
I was overworked and I was underwhelmed I had no way of knowing.
Which side are you on?

You tell me what I'm thinking; tell me how you're sleeping?
All your tiny daggers, trying to cut my words.
I will stop at nothing, I will keep on running.
I won't stop until you see what I am worth.

I saw all your doubt, & that's how I worked out you're already numb.
You thought I wouldn't notice, but don't push me too far.
I won't look any further now,
And which side are you on?

When all is stacked against you, there's nothing to hold on to
All your tiny daggers, they just made me worse
Now I answer to no one, won't end up how you've become.
I won't stop until you see what I am worth.