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I've been meaning to ask you how life looks from the nose bleed seats,
and to ask you how it feels to bleed.
Your life's a waste and the way that I'll ask it will have revenge woven throughout,
but will be masked with the concern that a friend would bring.
You're so incomplete.
Hold a mirror to show just what you've become and read your diary to figure out where things went wrong.
I don't think I'll ever understand, how a cowardly cat can call himself a man.
You're all show and it's getting old.(x2)
As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have, making the best of what is left.
And you're a naysayer who will never know what it's like to really have half a life.
I've been meaning to harm you in the best way that I see fit. I'm not sure if this did the trick, but I think It did.
Hold a mirror to show just what you've become and read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong.
I hope one day you understand that a girl on your arm won't make you a man.
You're all show and it's getting old.(x2)
As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have, making the best of what is left.
And you're a naysayer who will never know what it's like to really have half a life.
Keep walking down your shallow lonely road. It's dark and cold and it's yours and yours alone. If you dig too deep are you scared you'll find something? Spoonfuls of s**t will surely add up. Inside you're begging for a cure for your disease. You're life's a crime scene and it wont help to blame me.