Besedila: From Zero. Drama Queen.

Try the game
It's all the same, it's a matter of taste
You'll try someday to be with the nation

Of all the rock stars in my mind
I never thought you battle tech
I'm ready to bleed from my veins now

Come on back it's just a matter of fact
You keep on telling yourself
The realizations of all the ways
You learned to hate

You're coming far, you're gonna break
Gonna set the record straight
So concentrate

I've got my mind made up this time
I've given all that wasn't mine
I gave the shirt that's on my back
And I give and I give and I get none

Now you're on to something better
I bet you want your money back
Oh, that's a serious breakdown

Come on bitch
Give us all your best shot
Do yourself a favor don't hold back
And release your frustration

I'm not surprised
You've lost your mind
I see we arrived at about the same time
That's some serious patience

And I just can't
Now you want your feelings back
I'll just say your unjust contrast
Is the same as a slap in the face

I've got my mind made up this time
I've given all that wasn't mine
I gave the shirt that's on my back
And I give and I give and I get none

I've got my mind made up this time
I've given all that wasn't mine
I gave the shirt that's on my back
And I give and I give and I give and I give and I give

I got my mind made up this time I fall
You place your faith in something fake
And now you bleed attention

I've got my mind made up this time
I've given all that wasn't mine
I gave the shirt that's on my back
And I give and I give and I get none

I've got my mind made up this time
I've given all that wasn't mine
I gave the shirt that's on my back
And I give and I give and I get none