now I can't stand you. So right now I hate you. Have you learned your lifes lesson yet? No? Well let me tell you something. I am your teacher you have
late It's not too late, it's not too late Embrace your hate, embrace your hate It's not ever gonna be too late Embrace your hate, embrace your hate
, was once so strong now can't be found Affection, one gift I wish you would return Frustration, as I accede I do not deserve your frigidness Such callousness
in you and gratitude is mine I admire the way Stare down the day from which others shield their eyes With complete clarity and no trace of apathy So positive and your
I have slipped, I have fallen So far down I can't get out Overwhelmed by my doubt Things I said I'd never do, I've done Those I said I'd never be, I'
in your own ignorance it's been so dark for so long Now a new light has come along, illuminating all So shut your eyes no soft words from my mouth A
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful Just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
enough for I said you lie, said you lie Why don't you shut your mouth I couldn't feel so was it real And I said you lie Why don't you shut your mouth
'm the best there is At putting myself down Here's to looking at trading places With anyone in town The way you light that cigarette Smoke never hits your
bare your soul upon the lyric sheet The pain you feel behind closed doors of your penthouse suite The tour bus and the backstage pass The record company kiss your
the good things, now I want to come back I'm not complaining about the life I'm in If I did, I wouldn't know where to begin So I will shut up, turn
I'll keep moving till the day I die To the dance, dance-ecution I feel the rhythm till my final hour Dance, dance, dance-ecution I'm not feeling so low
Head is up your arsehole as you move along Walk around pretending that there is nothing wrong Don't like thinking of whose getting your rent or Environment
Ever felt you've been at the bottom of the barrel There isn't any sunlight and there's no room To extend your arms and legs Have you ever felt like someone
I've had enough, the morning papers chill me to the bone Eyes sewn shut, stilted conversation breaking up Heads cracking up, biological depression, drugs
, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your face It's alright, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your