This attitude you're giving me must go.

My hate for life is killing me too slow.

But this isn't where I break,

'cause you caught me way too late.



They're pointing and laughing,

and I can't stop crying,

'cause they got to me

but I wouldn't buy it.

And I feel too sick to go out tonight.

With my blood in my hand,

I know I'll be just fine.



How does it feel to know that I am weak?

This place is going nowhere I can see.

But I should admit defeat,

'cause I could never beat me.



They're pointing and laughing,

and I can't stop crying,

'cause they got to me

but I wouldn't buy it.

And I feel too sick to go out tonight.

With my blood in my hand,

I know I'll be just fine.



But I should admit defeat,

'cause I could never beat me.

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