IRC-Galleria

One set of rules and another for me.
Sick of control and authority,
But thatÂ’s exactly what youÂ’re doing to me.
You got something to say?
IÂ’m not listening.
You gotta speak to me before you die,
To make me listen not to say goodbye.
I knew what you would say before you spoke,
The most boring and the oldest joke.
You got something to say?
IÂ’m not listening.
Wish I could climb inside your brain,
Pull out the wires that make you insane.
Where is the girl that I once knew?
Or was she ever really you?
Wish I could strip away your pain,
Dig out the cancer in your brain.
Where is the world that you once knew?
Why did it choose to punish you?
I still think youÂ’re hiding somewhere deep inside.
You got something to say?

IÂ’m not listening!