Please, won't you push me for the last time, Lets scream until there's nothing left So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
The thought of you is no fucking fun. You want a martyr, I'll be one Because enough's enough, We're done!
You told me, "think about it" Well I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore I'm tired of begging for the things that I want, I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The thing I think I love Will surely bring me pain Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame Three cheers for growing up Pubescent drama queen You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late.