She grabs her magazines She packs her things and she goes She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall She burns all her notes and she knows She?s been
Clenching my teeth tight My head is like a sponge Give it to me free I wanna get ripped off And drown in the airwaves Another fatal wreck On the information
Don't want to have you hanging Around me like a leech I think your just a problem So stay the hell away from me Because I don't believe in you And
How do you get your sleep at night? How did you get your noose so tight? Like chewing on tinfoil that's so much fun Gonna be dead before you're gone '
Sometimes it gets real hard And I need some kind of output For input twice the size Of my one inch mind So slap me on the hand Put it right back down
You come around every now and then Your clothes are different but you?re still the same Why else would you come here? Scumbag on a mission You?re telling
Oh, I'm an outsider, outside of everything Oh, I'm an outsider, outside of everything Oh, I'm an outsider, outside of everything Everything you know,
Every time I'm fallin' down You take the repercussions Headaches and anxiety Advancing my frustrations Rushing's of my depression Sacrifice everythin
3 a.m., I'm drunk again My head is standing underneath my puke So make it stop, I'm getting off Make it stop, I'm getting off Sedatives and dizzy spells
Why can't you just admit it, you've had it You're sick of me You're fed up with all my bad habits You're sick of me To your lies you've become so desensitized
Don't want to have you hangin' around me like a leech I think you're just a problem, so stay the hell away from me Because I don't believe in you and
So tired, tired of waiting Tired of waiting for you So tired, tired of waiting Tired of waiting for you I was a lonely soul I had nobody till I met you
So tired, tired of waiting, tired of waiting for you So tired, tired of waiting, tired of waiting for you I was a lonely soul, I had nobody till I met
I'm rottin' inside My flesh turns to dust Whisper, are you dying in my ear? I'm so sick to death Tumors in my head Whisper, are you dying in my ear?
Wanna be a TV boy Wanna be on solid gold Wanna date a millionaire Wanna make people stare I wanna be on TV Want people to know me I wanna be on TV Started
Don't bite the hand that feeds you Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page in the journal
i heard you got robbed last week did you know i got shot last night? it's like dependency on a game called hearsay you hear it said but did you hear it
I know there's nothing worth going outside When we got everything down here Some people try so hard just to have a good time Money, cigarettes, and beer
