I've got a message for youBut wonder what's the chance it ever gets throughYou've got bad habitsAs bad as your skinDon't you suffer from the shape that I'm in
Well, I'm sure that it thrills you when you pull my strings like a puppet, butI can think for myself andI'm not so sure about you, butWhatever, blah blah blah, I guess it's all the same to you
You spent a lifetime just calling on meNo guts, no hunger for originalityI'm something you only imagine to beYour dirty shame has you to blame for your fucked up personality
Maybe I'm just very paranoidBut you're probably someone that I should avoidYou think you leave your mark on societyBut honey, your wold looks like a fashion magazine
Please pardon me for being candidBut what exactly is bugging you and what's bugging me ?From the very start of it, our love was sick and volatileNow there's nothing left of meI'm just uptight and hostile
I want you to understand that I don't wanna hold your handThrough every little step you takeWe're all allowed to make mistakesBut you have made a few or moreAnd when I look at youReflected in your eyesYour ordinary sadness lookings back at me
I've got a message for youBut wonder what's the chance it ever gets throughYou've got bad habitsAs bad as your skinDon't you suffer from the shape that I'm in ?
You spent a lifetime just calling on meNo guts, no hunger for originalityI'm something you only imagine to beI'm gonna rid of your stupidity
I'm sick of you, I'm sureYou're just as sick of meI'm sick of it all, so sick
I'm sick of it all, so sick
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