Besedila: Battery. Aftermath. Pity.

All your stories are so sad
telling me how you've got it so bad
do i look sorry for you?

oh, how you wanted me to be there
and oh, how you needed me to care
but i've stopped pretending i do

you look so sincere, but i see through
the drama and emptiness in you
the life that you pretend

now i'm not listening anymore
whatever i was to you before
i don't want to be your friend

get off your knees
i won't relent
i'd spit in your face
but you'd take it as a compliment

get off your knees.
i have no pity for you