Besedila: Strung Out. Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues. Gear Box.

I remember you used to pray for me
now you turn your head away
Expectations that I never met,
forgotten promises you never kept
I know someday there'll be a time
when you can look me in the eye
Now I write these words just to keep it clear
in a jaded song you won't ever hear
I never wanted your forgiveness
you did what you had to
I did what I could
now we've gone
Our separate ways.
I never found comfort in your acceptance,
If time's a healer then I'll sit and
wait for your poison words to scar.
A notebook filled with a million words
sits quietly by my side.
Like a loaded gun with the wrong intentions
they tell me life is pain
I forgot a long time ago,
but everyday I'm reminded of the way
You put me down,
the way you put me out,
the way you torched my fucking world
I never wanted your forgiveness
you did what you had to
I did what I could
now we've gone
Our separate ways.
I never found comfort in your acceptance,
if time's a healer then I'll sit and
wait for your poison words to scar.

I don't need your lies
don't need your promises
don't want your open arms
don't need your sacred ways
and all I need is all I am today.
What was once belief has now turned to grief
and there ain't nothin' more that you could say
Look to myself for everything I need,
ain't lookin' back on anything.
So you think you got me all figured out
and you think you know what this hate is all about
Don't try to understand,
don't try to comprehend the answer is my words.
When the world comes crashin' down all around
and I need a quiet place to hide.
You'll find me deep inside my head
under a tree of thought in a world of pain.
I never wanted you here
I never needed you here
so when you think of me
try to understand
I never wanted your help
I never needed your hand
to guide me through your maze of lies
to guide me through your narrow world.
I forgot a long time ago,
now every day I'm reminded
the way you put me down
the way you put me out
the way you torched my whole world.